Classic. We have the entire bed to ourselves, but somehow I ended up sleeping on the very edge.
Bad fan! I missed Miss Doris Day’s 90th birthday on Thursday. Johnny O’G was kind enough to alert me to this Daily Mail article—it seems she came out on her balcony in Carmel and waved to her fans! I am going to make a donation to her animal welfare fund in honor of her 90th year. She’s just the best on so many levels.
Interested parties may also check out a nice commemorative birthday video and phone interview from ABC here.
Tummy scratches 4-lyfe.
This is now a blog of sad dog photographs. Good night.
Daddy’s pillow. Michael is on his way to the airport. I feel ya buddy.
Less than twelve hours till M leaves for Singapore. I should have procured a sedative. For myself.
Bathroom shot: The Clam
Date night before M’s long journey. It was excellent! Friendly staff, warm, intimate atmosphere and delicious seafood. Highly recommended.
Michael leaves on Wednesday for a work trip to Singapore. He’ll be gone almost three weeks—the longest we have ever been apart. He’s the one flying halfway around the world, but I’m the one having anxiety dreams set in Southeast Asia. In last night’s episode, a friend from high school drove our car off bridge in Vietnam. (Falling and hitting the water felt SO REAL.) We escaped the accident, but the car sank with our passports and luggage and I spent the rest of the dream trying unsuccessfully to leave the country.
This came up in a (text) conversation with my boss about a new (female) employee. He seems fixed on an idea of “sweet” people working for us. I thought it was interesting, because I know he values me, but I would not describe myself as sweet in a million years. I think I am pleasant, thoughtful and easy to get along with in a work environment, but that particular word connotes a kind of naïveté or pollyanna mentality that does not serve you well in your career. Not to mention the fact that it would not likely be a quality you would say you were looking for in a male co-worker.
I doubt I’d bring up this distinction with my boss, but it’s got me thinking about the real meaning of that word. Maybe people just overuse it when they mean nice? Thoughts?
Dinner: Shrimp Scampi
With apologies to Sonia— it’s one of her favorite dishes. Rick and I planned to make it for her, but she came down with a stomach bug, so we obviously cancelled our plans. Those plans put a mad craving in my head though, so I requested it from Michael tonight.
Black bean and cheese enchiladas in process.
And that is very good news, indeed.