I probably should do another RBOC (random bullets of crap) because it's the start of the week and ...well..... just because.
- I've got my camper set up at the campground for the summer. We've built a deck and I've got everything put away inside. Now...I'm starting to get nervous. As most of you know from my writing here, I don't do much without Gary. It's sad but true. He's my best friend and pal and we do most everything together....except fish. Most wives probably have exciting social lives outside of their marriage where they spend time with other gals doing whatever it is that other gals do, but not me. I'm nervous because I'm expected to go to camp with Hannah by myself. I'm scared....what if the hot water heater doesn't work? What if the LP gas detector starts going off? Gary always handles that kind of thing. I just make sure the toilet paper comes over the top of the roll and all is right in my world.
- Last night we attended an invitation only menu-sampling for a new restaurant that is opening in town. Gary had done the alarm system for them.... that's why we were invited. Not because we are some important stock holders or anything like that. They have good menu choices......not the typical lobster and other seafood that is mostly found around here and nothing fried. They had dinners of ribs, chicken marsala, swordfish, salmon, pork, beef and shrimp over linguine. There were roasted red potatoes and a ratouli. yummy! There were two choices of salad... a side Caesar or tomato and portabello mushroom. The tomato and mushroom with balsamic vinegar was delicious! After dinner they served a bread pudding called JD Bourbon Pudding which is a recipe they can't share. Oh my God - I thought I had died and gone to heaven and I usually gag on bread pudding. This was so delicious that when Hannah said she didn't want hers...."It tastes gross, Mom!" is how she put it, that Gary and I had a fistfight over who would get to finish it. I lost. oh eff Anyway, the restaurant is called Lucas on 9 and is on Route 9 in Kennebunkport. If you're up my way, give it a try.... you won't be disappointed.
- The other day it hit me that I'm 42 and am past my fertile (if there ever was any fertile) years. Why do men get to continue to father children until their demise and women are on some fast track to get it done or else? When you think that as soon as a girl is born her eggs start dying off....it's pretty sad. However, when you think that a woman carrying a girl is also technically carrying her own grandchildren.... that is pretty cool too. Anyway, the age thing is bothering me right now. I have too many wrinkles around my eyes. I was with my mother the other day in a store and someone said they thought we were sisters. wtf??? She's 65 years old and I'm 42. Either she looks young for her age or I look.....oh crap.
In closing.... After our vet prescribed some super growth vitamins....Chloe is growing by leaps & bounds.