The cost of my weekly language class (10 weeks) = $400

The cost of Chutney’s obedience training class (7 weeks) = $400

There is something wrong with that, isn’t there? Thankfully, I love him and I need him to learn to get over his feet fetish. REALLY.

It is a shame that my regular Monday dinner date does not share my love for all things, gold and glittery. Paperchase makes the most gorgeous cake stands. A recent kitchen debacle had me yearning for a “lazy susan”. I love my Tangerine Kitchenaid. One would say that I am already blessed and yet, I find myself lusting over a Cusinart Ice Cream Maker, well really I would much prefer one from Musso. Alas, my pockets resemble a shallow well instead of a deep abyss that it SHOULD be.

Getting a weekday off for me, has the same frequency as an eclipse. It almost never happens and when it does, you better whip your camera out (proverbially speaking, of course) and savour the moment because, it’ll be a LONG while before another one like it will come along.

LF  had the day off too and, I cajoled him into watching the first showing of the day for “He is just not that into you”. For those who are considering watching the movie after reading the book, let me help you save some money. Don’t. It is quite different from the book. For all intents and purposes, it is a feel good movie. Without giving out spoilers, half of the cast end up being the “exception” which the original book begs you not to do. You are almost NEVER the exception. Always the rule. So, why does the movie make it different? Acting wise, I could find no fault. I love Drew Berrymore who had not enough screen time, and ex-beau Justin Long did a great job of carrying the story. You can’t help a sucky script.

It was disappointing. Poor LF was giving me dagger stares for bringing him to such a poofy movie.

LF snuck out of a corporate do and in a healthy role reversal, I drove by to pick him up. The plans were to steer clear from the bottle but, I could not resist.

My archilles’ heel was in the form of a gorgeous Gerwertztraminer, 2006. As delicious as it was, I found myself yearning for a good red. Comes with the season, I suppose.

I did wish that I was better dressed for dinner. Truthfully, I have a level of admiration for women who preen flawlessly. Most days, I struggle to make sure that I have enough sunscreen on. Yet, there they are, all coiffed and decked in their Sunday best, all the time.

New resolution: Be well-dressed all the time.

Merry Christmas!

The alphabet of the day – T

Life is full of first’s. Last night was the first time I heard traumatic in the same breath as my name. And they say that men aren’t good with words. 

Wot a winner.

It is not a party until someone comes dressed in theme. Every halloween night, BBQ, birthday, bridal shower, heck even a wedding comes with a theme. One would think we’d run out of ideas by now. With an upcoming pool party, the theme is “Ozzie” as in “hey there mate, let’s have a barbie” as opposed to Osbourne munching on a dove’s head.

Obviously, someone is sick of my usual uniform -black so, a non-descript warning came in the mail

“….the original theme WAS to follow the colours of the australian flag but…the colour theme has been extended, and now you have MORE colour options of red, blue, white, green, and yellow. There you go, almost all the colours of the rainbow. No more excuse to wear BLACK anything except the colour of your hair, your eyes, eyebrowns and dare I say BIKINI LINE!”

I love them.

The dress arrived earlier than expected. Unfortunately, it was ALOT larger than expected as well. So, I met with my seamstress to get the sides tucked in, the lace sleeves shorten slightly and the bust pulled up because, I do not want to get thrown out of church.

It is gorgeous though.

SK’s nephew is too adorable for words. This is him learning to potty. And no, no one gave him the reading material. He picked it up on his way there.