UPDATE

So...

Kitty did not get a hair cut. I repeat, DID NOT get a hair cut.

But I did.

Day at the Spa

I know. It's been a MONTH...ummm, sorry?

So the really exciting thing I decided to talk about today is...KITTY! He's spending the day at the pet spa. Hopefully getting a bath, and a haircut, and a "pet-a-cure".

I say "hopefully" because the lady who's going to take care of Hastings today told me that sometimes a cat just can't be groomed. And I have a feeling that Hastings is one of those cats...

We'll see; I let you know!

Well, OF COURSE!

So, the past few weeks I have diligently been going to they gym.

MONDAY: Warrior Flow Yoga
TUESDAY: Pilates
WEDNESDAY: Treadmill (or resting)
THURSDAY: Pilates
FRIDAY: Slow Flow Yoga

Today after Pilates I was going to meet my friend Carrie to watch her baby while she ran into an audition. SO, when I finished class I ran down to my locker to change my clothes and run. On the way downstairs, I thought, "Wouldn't it be funny if I forgot my combination?"

HA HA. Yeah, about that.

I forgot my combination.

I tried it over and over. My lock wouldn't open. The woman next to me tried to do it for me - she couldn't get it open. Everything precious to me was in that locker (not my cat, or husband, or wedding rings, but my COAT and my PHONE - very important things)

This was terrible. My friend was depending on me. If I didn't show up in 15 minutes she was going to have to quit acting and her baby's life would be ruined forEVER...

I ran upstairs and asked if someone would clip the lock for me. Deborah (we became really good friends) reached under the front desk and pulled out the biggest, reddest lock clippers you will ever see. She got the lock off and I got my stuff.

I ran upstairs and out of the gym, called Carrie and told her I was "ON MY WAY!!!" She said, "Sure, don't worry about it."

I got on the train and sat down. Deep breath. And now I was mad because I was going to have to buy a new $8 lock. And we are poor.

I was soooooo mad at the lock because it wouldn't open - I thought I'd try one more time to see if I could get it to work...

I reached into my bag...

And...

Pulled out 2 locks.

I STOLE SOMEONE'S GYM LOCK!!! Oh my goodness! I am a thief. I totally stole someone's lock and used it and then had it destroyed.

Good Side: My lock still works.
Bad Side: Somebody else's doesn't

Is It Wrong?

To want this stuff SO BADLY...

The picture in the catalogue was so cute - cuter than the website. It made me want summer.

RIGHT.THIS.SECOND.

Can You Tell

That this is a portrait of me...Do you see the resemblance? I do. Obviously! My niece, Eve, created this masterpiece. She's just turned 3. And pays very close attention to detail. Some highlights starring Eve and Callie (my super cool 8 year old niece and Eve's big sister):

EVE: Here's you mouth. And here's you neck. And here's you nose. And here's you mo*
*note: "mo" means MOLE. I happen to have a mole on the right side of my nose. Nothing crazy, just, you know, a little mole.
CALLIE: It is really noticeable.
JON (their dad): Meh. What are you gonna do?

Too true, Jon. Too true.

The Art of the Wife

I just read this article in The New York Times. It was an OK article by a woman who is the "bread winner" in her family. She has a fantasy about being the typical 1950s housewife, blah, blah, blah. But the part I liked was the next to last paragraph (penultimate, you might say):

In the end, we all want a wife. But the home has become increasingly invaded by the ethos of work, work, work, with twin sets of external clocks imposed on a household’s natural rhythms. And in the transformation of men and women into domestic co-laborers, the Art of the Wife is fast disappearing.

I liked the phrase, "Art of the Wife". Is "Wife" an art? Do YOU wives consider yourself artists? Do you prefer working out of the home, or staying home and working?

Are there any men reading this? I doubt it, but if you are, what are you looking for in A WIFE? Would you prefer to have someone bringing in another salary, or a salary BIGGER than yours? Or would you like to have someone at home taking care of all that stuff?

Whatever. I have to go iron.

GaGa, Oh, La, La,

Is it weird that I want to buy Lady GaGa's CD? Actually, I'll probably call her GaGa. Lady just seems so formal - and I'm sure we'd be friends if we met. I have all her songs running through my head. Pretty much all the time.

That's probably not weird.

What is weird is that when I'm not thinking, "Roma-ah-ah-ah-ah..." I'm thinking about Dolly Parton. Specifically 9 to 5. I love that song. I love Dolly. I think she's great!

So, I'm going to have a little get together. And GaGa and Dolly will be there. And they'll write songs about how much they like ME. And I'll bake them brownies and then I'll help Dolly with her Imagination Library. Because I think literacy is important too!

"Hey, ya'll. Read a book!"