Oh Happy Day

Dropped Roberto off at the airport at 6:15 a.m. Typically being abruptly pulled out of bed at 5:37 a.m. would leave me in a somewhat cranky mood. Not today though. Right now I marinating in the thought of having my house to myself for 4 days.

Back at home in my kitchen. Alone. With a Starbucks latte, fixin to eat some toast. It doesn't get any better than this.

Toast is the perfect food, especially if made from a loaf from the bakery that you have to slice yourself. Pop it in the Dualit and twist the knob. It's warm buttery goodness lifts me up. Today it's topped with Blackberry jam. Best of all I'm eating right off the bread board, heathen style.

And for God's sake people use real butter. Just like Paula Dean says. Non of the I Can't Believe It's Not Butter crap, nor margarine in a tub of any kind.

You don't have a Dualit toaster, the premium workhorse of an appliance manufactured by hand in the UK? It's one of the few status symbols I have left in my lost all my money in my real estate investments life.

Sold my lakefront properties, the Audi A8, cashed in my 401K but I am not giving up my Dualit toaster. A big old one horned buck just traipsed through my back yard looking to get food out of my bird feeder. Too bad sucker. Papa's away and the mice will play which means I'm not refilling that feeder. It's one of the few things that is not my job around here and I'd like to keep it that way.

Back to my celebratory morning. Enjoying peace and quiet and buttery toast with only one small interruption. I had to wake up my precious 18 year old BOW (bitch on wheels) to send her off to get her hair cut so she can get her senior pictures taken. I weathered her intensity for the few minutes before she rolled out of here and now I'm getting back in the groove.

My husband's trip was just in the nick of time. After 20 years of him being gone at least half the week, most weeks, his new limited travel schedule is KILLING ME. So I'm going to make the most of it. On my schedule after I write this I am going on over to plop on the couch and watch a list of Patrick Swayze movies without interruption. I have not had the means to pay my respects since Swayze's death so I have an appointment with Too Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar. 

I know a lot of people don't give it high critical acclaim, but I find it fascinating to watch this hunk of man transform into a woman, right down to the mannerisms of the oh so very femme. Of course I'll have to see Ghost, Road House, Dirty Dancing and The Outsiders too.

At 4 p.m. today I'll leave the house with my little darlings for our girls night out to see New Moon. I know it will be perfect, if they could just find a way to kill Bella off because for one she annoys me. Two, she's just not a very good actress. Unfortunately Bella lives on because we've already read all 4 books so I just live in hopes that Kristen Stewart will be hit by a bus crossing Hollywood Blvd stoned out of her mind and they will replace her with someone more fitting.

Yes our should we see it at the midnight showing dilemma played itself out. Backed up with the advice from my favorite medical advisor, The Mother I shared with my little 14 year old migraine sufferer how that really wasn't the best choice for her to make. Even though she earned it. She agreed, but came home from school Thursday saying, "but so many of my friends are going "(as predicted). I held her to the agreement to wait until Saturday and she moped around so severely she ended up waking up twice that night from....a migraine headache!

I placed my absence call to the middle school recorder Friday since the suffering teen lay balled up in her dark room when the bus rolled by. I gave all the required info and added," and NO we did not go to the midnight movie last night". So, to her list of migraine triggers we will add miring in bitterness, as a causative factor.

No worries. We are off in a bit for our movie and dinner out. I'll have to keep you all updated on what other shenanigans I can manage to pull off while reveling in my alone time the next few days.