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Wine and cows.
Can't wait for this restaurant to open.
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Her post about being excited it's Thursday because she's anticipating Friday reminded me of this Savage Chickens from Tuesday.
Oh, if only I had more than one or two months out of the year to wear these. My heater isn't even turned on yet. These are not made for those of us the living in the desert.
But perhaps those of you in cooler climes are interested in adult size footed pajamas!
Or maybe not.
Was Thanksgiving really just a few days ago? Wow. It's a distant and faint memory to me now. I think I'm losing my mind a little bit, but not as much as Memory Man from Friday. That seems like it happened forever ago, too. I'm not sure if that means I actually have punched through the space-time continuum, one of my life dreams, but it works for me.
I didn't get much of anything done this weekend but I had a good time. 'Sall good.
I forgot to pack my lunch today which ended up being fine because I also forgot I have a lunch meeting. Good thing he called to confirm. See - life works itself out on its own without my need to fret over it.
Here's another example of how time and the universe like to work in harmony for our benefit. This ad featuring Tiger Woods ran in today's WSJ.
Later, gators!
Nothing like the Virgin Mary giving comfort to a tired soul.
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As promised a few weeks ago, here are some pics from the gas station in Gila Bend I stopped at on the way home from Yuma.
I thought the placement of painted plaster yard art objects for sale was tasteful and tender.
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I didn't stick to my guns and stay hunkered down last night. That's what happens when you have super fun friends and little willpower.
I went to yoga, stopping at my neighborhood Italian place a few doors down from the studio. I told Joe that I was going to need a pizza when class was over at 5. I like to plan ahead for dinner.
Class kicked my ass. I hadn't been in a few months. When I picked up my pizza I also asked for cranberry juice in a cup of ice to go - I have vodka at home, after all.
So I was settling in when the email from Desert Jeff came in to meet him and his GF at my usual sports bar to watch his Georgia Tech team lose to Georgia. Sure, that's not how he put it in his invitation, but that's what happened. Perhaps I could have avoided going out but Miss K was also invited and GF had presents for us.
A little arm twisting ensued as I made a feeble attempt to stick to my plan of staying home and read my book club book.
Out we went and a good time was had. Jeff's GF made Miss K and me bracelets using the Czech beads I gave her last week after the wine festival. Last week! That's fast and inspired work! I've only had those beads sitting around my house for almost two years.
Not that I was going to do anything with them myself. They were a fun purchase from Prague always intended to be a gift for someone. And now I get to enjoy them. Bonus!
Right now I'm hanging out with Miss K and waiting for our group number to be called to get our books signed by Garrison Keillor. He did an hour-long monologue just as fun and charming as on his radio show. If I get a photo with him I'll post. As would be fitting, we're being entertained while we wait by a homey folksy bluegrass band.
When I get home, I'll see if I can finally get to that book.
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Here's some Arizona Turkey action for everyone, created especially for you by the Arizona Game & Fish Department.
I'll be baking pies in the morning and then it's off to the Annual Geographical Orphan Thanksgiving Celebration & Drunkfest.
Love and hugs to you all!
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