did NOT risk wearing the ruby slippers to dinner last night. probably as well as people at the 'fancy' restaurant had torn earlobes, tattoos and jeans. tisk. and sigh.
yesterday i painted the entire den the color 'cozy cottage' hoping it would transform the room into just that. this morning i peeked in and it was still huge and clinical. dang. i need nate berkus. and to sue the paint company for failing to deliver said cozy cottage as promised. having said that, i do like it. but still in an auditorium kind of way.
today i made an apple pie. with my hand on my heart i have to say it was the best ever. to quote a really gross sweaty man on kitchen nightmares... it was 'sex on a plate' (???????????!)
today's playlist: since i am so add at making playlists i chose a letter with my eyes closed and play everything starting with..... B.
umm... that is basketcase by greenday
beachball by rem (dewicious)
billy ray cyrus (filed under b for billy:)'s achey breaky heart which i confess to LOOVE
birthday by the beatles
bridge over troubled water by s&g
and one MUST HEAR song by barry manilow called bobbie lee about a sassy ho. she gets by by selling honey ;) oh but she don't want you feeling funny :) barry manilow i totally LOVE you to jupiter and back.
watched the sex and the city movie in bed last night. 5 pillows are just the right amount for 150 minutes of crying - you can change your head pillow every 30 minutes but a smart tip is to save the king size for last. i still can't help seethingly hating those women for walking away from me for absolutely no reason in february 2004. but i did love the movie and have dreamed a dozen times it is coming back on the air only to wake up feeling dissed all over again :(