My horoscope told me to write in my diary last night. Oops. I was too busy getting teary-eyed over Keith, Colby and Tina’s emotional hike through the outback. Thank God that’s over … I need my Thursday nights back.
A few tiny updates:
- If you’re here looking for news on Wendy and Tim, go here instead.
- May Day came and went. I gave away one May Day basket and have yet to be chased and kissed for my efforts. Whatever happened to such good, old fashioned fun?
- Sadly, my Wednesday night Pilates class has been cancelled. The Hundred, anyone?
- I have a relatively short history in the retail clothing business, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t the victim ot a few shopping sprees (all on discount, of course). Ladies, you’re in luck: tomorrow about a fourth of my wardrobe is going on sale. Pants, dresses, sweaters (in a wide range of sizes, trust me!) are going on sale bright and early tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. Cashmere for $5! Drop me a line for further details.
Life is average. And I’m doing okay with that.
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