anniversaries, vodka and Irish blood

celebrating
one full year as a Massachusettian (if that's the right word?)  i love it here.  the people first.  the weather second.  the beautiful, moody, never-ever blue skies third.  and Bertucci's fourth.  yes!  that shows how much i loooove the people here (did i ever mention EVERYONE here is Irish with blue eyes and sweet hearts and they look at you with the kind of familiarity that makes you feel safe and warm and like you're finally home at last after 17 years stuck in the desert with nothing but dry sandy ground to attempt to sink your awfully homesick roots into)

thinking
it's kinda awesome that our fridge chinks with all the glass bottles of alcohol when you slam the door now.  this officially makes us grown-ups (kind of)

dying
to go to Costco for more of the above... teenage years: i'm back! (that's what i mean by kind of grown-up ;)

going
to drink more water today.  Aaron says it will fix my head.  which i'm extremely doubtful about, but hopeful ;)

wondering
if it's wrong to bribe the dentist with a chocolate bar, to use gentle hands...?  yes, i'm going back (but NEVER EVER AGAIN) 

going
to Joanns today.  urgh.  though in the Joanns here they encourage you to use a 40% off coupon for every single item - because we are all family here :)

not going
to lunch today - it's probably for the best given how many Laffy Taffys i ate yesterday (190 pieces is now about 52 rejects.... but i did leave all the banana ones for the kids' unsophisticated palettes ;)

reading
Morrissey Autobiography.  yes, finally, the mail lady finished reading my copy and actually delivered it!  omg it's like melted Cadbury's chocolate for the Irish Blood English Heart's weary soul.  we are reading it together (rather, i am lying with my head in his lap while he reads to me and i'm correcting his pronunciations from American to proper English :)  Morrissey writes (and he uses many words when one would do;) about record stores in deepest, darkest Manchester i forgot i ever went in (that he actually WORKED in!!)... soap operas that i barely remember but remember every actor's name and face and voice from his vivid descriptions....painfully long bus routes, dark cobbled streets, Marc Bolan being a jerk (i didn't doubt it), taking his Nanny's cat Blackie on the bus in a paper bag (no way - my Grandma had a cat named Blackie too!), greasy cafes where the only thing edible was chips, AND my beloved Kendals rooftop cafe, moving to California with it's ever-optimistic blue skies, David Bowie (he sounds jerky too ;)... this book is heaven.  and i don't even like books!  but i do love being read to and sitting bolt upright because "I'VE BEEN THERE!!!! i thought i dreamt that!!" over and over and over :)

off to the dentist, Mars Bars in hand - back later (or maybe not....)