That is a rare thing to be able to hold onto that thankful. It's too easy to forget the horrors of the full-family stomach bug.
My chorus sang at two nursing homes one night this week, and the second was the most fun performance I've ever been a part of. The audience was closing their eyes, mouthing the words, and even singing along. For the first time, I realized how a truly involved audience can help the performers have more fun.
And then I made this face.
I survived a terribly embarrassing encounter with a service provider for my daughter who probably put down in her notes that I'm a mama to watch. Oh well, I'll prove I'm a good one after all.
The Good Old Dude planned a last minute date for us that was mucho fun and involved us meeting a singer/songwriter we greatly admire and lava cake.
I got my hair died for the FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE! Pink streaks. But they're disappointingly subtle. "Subtle" is generous. More next time. When I have money again.
And I have a book recommendation: Fates and Furies. President Obama likes it too. But unless you also had Mrs. Postula for middle school English and a way better memory than mine, keep your Greek Mythology reference handy. Or Google.
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