Jimmy Dean: You gotta try your luck at least once a day, because you could be going around lucky all day and not even know it.
The greatest-girl-on-earth, my niece Marissa, is staying with us for a few days. She started a job at Leslie’s office and she loves it. So she cat-sat while we were in Las Vegas and then will stay through tomorrow. We’ll see “Beauty and the Beast” tonight and then be silly at a Friday night slumber party. We might even sing “Be Our Guest” as we pull into the driveway.
Leslie and I didn’t get home until 9:00 last night and Marissa had texted to say she’d be home soon. She was out shopping. Oh to be young and carefree and be at the mall at night and get home whenever. I remember when I was able to do that. Nowadays, I just want to work, go home, and take off my bra. C’mon, you know what I’m talking about.
It was 10:30 when I finally said out loud “I haven’t written my blog yet.” Marissa was surprised. “Don’t you write every day?” “Say what?” I was feeling a little guilty. If I had had a specific topic in my head during the day, I would have gone to the computer and not the couch when I walked in the door.
So here I sit, writing about not writing. Riveting, I know. I was lucky at home-bingo last night and I think a scratch-off lottery ticket is in my future tomorrow. Mani/pedi, Starbucks, winning scratcher. A perfect start to the weekend.