I read somewhere that AOL has 600,000 journals. That CANNOT be possible.
It's almost nine o'clock in the evening here. I think we only have one more meal scheduled tonight. So there may be enough time to get a quick entry in before I start an infusion of Zantac, Tums, and Rolaids.
The first birthday party for my college roomie's granddaughter yesterday was a huge success. Birthday gift: $40.00. Birthday cake and ice cream: $30.00. Eight adults singing Itsy Bitsy Spider for a two foot tall person who walks like Frankenstein: Priceless.
Tonight we did Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Baa Baa Black Sleep for my niece. Her dad danced around the living room with her to Frank Sinatra singing New York New York while everybody else sang the chorus.
Perusing my alerts, I noticed the lovely Yakvette of DO I AMUSE YOU? [See Other Journals for the link] is about to celebrate her 25th wedding anniversary. She's still in her forties. Or at least she says she is. Haaaaaaa. I didn't even make it to ten years the first time around. If I got married again tomorrow, I'd be 87 before I could celebrate two and half decades of marital bliss. Make that marriage. I'm not sure about the bliss. Not to mention how annoying the pregnancies would be.
Ohhhh -- I smell garlic. Someone must be cooking. Or my breath has become a biohazard.