Had kind of a weird, bad day brain-wise. Loafed around for most of it. Alex gave me a signed first-edition that I had ached for, which was great. Then late this afternoon we went over to Mom's house (where I LOVE the remodel she's doing--I want to live in her house now!) and she gave me wonderful presents of very nice clothes and some shoes I had really wanted:
The sweet and funky, totally spunky, slightly clunky, and foot-caressingly comfy shoes. They're Borns. I love Born shoes. Love them. Ever in a gift-giving quandary for Belinda? Born shoes, size 9. Thank you.
Bella had insisted on wearing "THE NEW PRETTY DRESS" that came in the mail yesterday from JenB in freakin' Canada...gosh, it's gorgeous. Jen has perfect taste and a fantastic grasp of what "is" Bella, style-wise. It's for next spring, and is a little too long right now, so she kind of looked like someone from "Little House On The Prairie" going to the prom. But it was adorable, and I couldn't have pried it off her with a crowbar, anyway, and it didn't hurt anything to let her wear it. It was 85 degrees outside, anyhow. The dress is very versatile. Here are just a few of the things you can do in it:
Run around and around the coffee table in the family room for no apparent reason than that running in pointless circles is FUN.
Practice becoming either a deadly martial arts expert...or a Rockette.
Mom took us out to dinner, where we gorged on lots of food and chocolate cake and ice cream, and I waited almost until the end of the meal to start having my "heart attack" panic whatever thing. I took a Klonopin and felt better by the time we got back, and Alex spent the next little while madly coveting Mom's new 61-inch, flat-screen HDTV. This was taken on the 12th occasion within 10 minutes that Alex said to me, "LOOK at that picture!"
In short, my Mom is the best, I love my husband, my daughter delights me, I am (in the words of our gal Nita) "careening toward forty" like a runaway train, and I'm only slightly crazy. Thanks for all the well-wishes!