Meant To Be...

Sometimes, the only thing worse than buyer's remorse

is buyer's lack of remorse.

FABULOUS handbag...

paired with over thinking...

along with a rare application of self control...

plus a hasty exit with no backward glance

equals opportunity lost...

or not...

because a quick trip back to the shop the next day...

equals... come to Momma!!

And It's Holiday Inn Ahead By A Nose...

I initially chose this book because (1) I love the movie Holiday Inn; and (2) I was hungry at the time... and well... there you have it. I wish there were a more sophisticated and cerebral reason prompting my selection... but there wasn't. It was definitely a "I picked that racehorse because of its name" type of decision...

I lucked out though, and this book is a winner... I highly recommend it... among many other great things, it's subtle boomer humor at its best. Apparently, this is Mr. Kling's second book... his first The Dog Says How is now at the top of my "need to read" list.

No Relief In Sight...

This Summer continues to be a scorcher...

find a lake... a pool... a puddle...

save yourself...

Absolutely NOT...Put It Back...

I took my Mom out for brunch Sunday to celebrate her birthday. My niece, who is spending the week at Mom's house, also joined us. Since her visit was entirely impromptu... we had some power shopping to do to amass a week's wardrobe worthy of this stylish tween...

And shop we did... at one point my Mother told her "Listen to your Auntie P... she's a fashionista... and always has been..." I nearly clattered off my kitten heels... not because I was being referred to as a fashionista, mind you... because that is perfectly true... I have always been passionately eclectic about all things fashion... no, what startled me was Mom using... knowing, actually... the term "fashionista." Where did she pick that up? It's inevitable I suppose, you turn your back for a mere moment and they're sneaking off to see Sarah Jessica on the 3D at the mall or out on the street associating with a fast crowd... picking up radical thoughts and random slang...

Parents...quite the handful, aren't they?

I'm Melting...Melting...Melting...

This Summer is not for sissies...

So How Does Your Garden Grow?

If the past few weeks serve as any indication, this Summer is shaping up to be a long, humid stretch of time separated only by the occasional storm...

because of this uncomfortable, sauna-like environment, I'm so far behind on my outdoor/gardening chores, I don't know if I'll ever manage to have a proper garden this year...

the only color currently rearing its head outside are hardy survivors from last year...along with a multitude of weeds...

and a season's worth of debris in the river rock beds...

not to mention the untrimmed and sadly overgrown evergreens... h.e.l.p.

Guilty Pleasures...

Ahh, guilty pleasures... yesterday's trashy novel is today's reality tv. The other day one channel went out on my cable... only one... and only for a short while... but long enough to make me panic just a little... you see, I watch waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much BRAVO TV... because I not only know the names of each these women... but also the names of their spouses...

and children... and pets...

I watch PBS also... does that redeem me somewhat?

I thought not...