On the Horn

You, my dear friends are the best! As I wrote in my post last week I decided just to flow with the unbearable frightfulness of being. So I did. I also got a perm and now I really feel much perkier. (Actually, I'm not kidding. Thanks, Chancy.) My arm is still electrically stiff/numb and unfortunately still connected to the rest of me. I'm patiently waiting for Jack to hook me up to voice recognition but until then I'll follow your advice and suck it up long enough to post at least once a week "by hand." (Thanks Sweet BG/Tidbit and Divine Miss C!)

BTW, I think I need to say that I realize how trivial, considering my age, my complaints must sound. I'm so grateful for my good health. But being happy and depressed at the same time isn't hard for me at all. And you know how I enjoy a good wallow.

Tuesday is Ronni's phone party. I can't wait. I'll be on the phone from 11:30 to 12:30ish MST. I hope my buds can check in. I'm curious about what you all sound like. I have preconceived notions about each of you but like imagining what someone looks like from the sound of their voice, I expect I'll be suprised! I'll wear my teeth so I'm sure I'll sound fabulous.

Jack came home from China last week, picked up clean undies and took off for Ireland from where he reported attending a hurling match over the weekend. Sounds downright uncivilized to me ---not to mention unsanitary. In any case I'll have even more stories to share when he gets back here on Saturday. I'm dying to tell you about Jack and the dancing "I'm a Barbie Girl" pandas. But that will have to wait for now. It's taken me over an hour to write this post---I'm pooped. And that's what it's REALLY like getting old...

Hope to talk to you manana!