And finally…

Update: It was a good day until I found out my friend’s sad news. I’m thinking of you, M, and hope you’re doing okay.

WHEEEEEE! BlogHer has added “Half Baked, Twice as Good” to its blogroll, which means I’m part of the cool girls club! *Sigh* Being cool has always been SO important to me. This really is a good day.

Infinitely happier

Today is Thursday! (I didn’t know if you needed a little reminder of that, because Thursday is always a good day in my book.) I’m going to leave at lunchtime today and head over to the DMV, and ask pretty-please-with-a-cherry-on-top if they can either a) find my license and give it to me today or b) make me a new one and cancel the one that should hopefully be in the mail. See, tomorrow I’m going to Emerald Isle. (No, NOT Ireland, dummy, the one down near Morehead. Oh nevermind.) And in order to go there, I have to drive. And in order to drive, probably I should have a license that says I am lawfully able to do so.

But, in case you weren’t aware, I DON’T HAVE A LICENSE. As you can see, I’m fully over it and past it and am moving on with my life. After the DMV, I’m headed to the bank to get some money, I hope, with which I plan to fill up my gas tank and have a wee bit leftover to spend at will at the beach.

And then…then I’m going home. And I’m going lay my ass out on top of the covers of my bed, and I’m going to NAP. I’m going to nap like it’s my job. I’m going to nap like I haven’t drooled since I was a kid and I need to get the drool out. I’m going to nap like I desperately need a dream about unicorns and George Bush. And after that…I’ll make some food to take to Susan’s beach house. But not until I’ve napped until I’m good and ready to get up, which might be tomorrow. And that’s okay.

So I’m thinking that I’ll make some pimento cheese, or some sausage dip, or maybe some forgotten cookies, but then I’m thinking that I’m only going for one night, so how much should I really take to convey to my hostess how appreciative I am? Probably not that much.

I hope that your afternoon is as bright and sunshiney as mine surely will be. And then I hope that you have a good Friday. Mine will be spent (covered in SUNSCREEN, MOM!) underneath the bright shiny ball of sunshine, sand between my toes, tequila in hand, on the beach. Please take your jealousies elsewhere.

Thank you.

What’s grosser than gross?

Realizing that the housekeeper you’ve been paying $40 for every other week doesn’t mop your bathroom floor…and then not being able to remember the last time it actually was mopped, and almost throwing up.