Some highlights from my mind for today:
1. There's always that one garment that you have a love affair with for months, saving it for the engagements where you want to make an impression: the cocktail party your boyfriend's boss throws for the childless friends attending her two-year old son's post kid-party-cocktail party (ok that didn't make sense at all); or the long-anticipated dinner date with your always fab and stylish friend from New York (who also happens to have the BEST hair--actually BOTH of my New York friends have the best hair). Then one day you wake up, take it out of the closet, feel unsure about it, wear it to work and suddenly decide you are SICK of it. People still say, "Cute dress" when you wear it, but you can't wait to cut it up and throw it in the rag bag. Now, I'm not going to those extremes yet, (someone did once mistake it for Miu Miu after all), but it saddens me that I am breaking up with my taupe jersey dress.
2. I am watching the end of Brothers and Sisters, a new show that I can't even believe I have added to the veritable buffet of TV shows waiting for me on TV right now. Do I really need more? Apparently I do. Anyway, I have fallen asleep trying to get to the end of this not once, not twice but THREE times this week. Perhaps that is a sign that I am not meant for this family drama. But I have to say one thing about it, and it's not how much Sally Field irritates me. It is this: What is up with Calista Flockhart's face? Last night I actually paused on a close-up where she was half-smiling and peered at her for a bit until I reached the conclusion that she sort of looks like the village idiot. Is it botched scalpel work? Perhaps I should go and spend some time on a favorite web site I haven't visited for a while to see what I can find.
3. I have had a car to go to work in for FIVE WEEKS. David is working on a project at a location that is a 20 minute walk from our apartment, and because we are crazy folk from the great Siberia of the American west, San Francisco, he is WALKING to work. I have loved every last traffic-jammed mile of this. Next week it's back to the 714. I actually like the bus ride. What I don't like, and have not missed one bit, are the lunatics who lounge around at my stop. Seriously, why is the intersection of Beverly and La Cienega like the night of the living dead at 8am? It's time to get my thick skin out from storage.
4. Tonight I went to Whole Foods to buy a chicken to roast, and after providing annoying, high-maintenance, fear-of-raw-chicken juice instructions to the bagger, I left my neatly-wrapped chicken on the conveyor belt. Serves me right. I'm sure they chuckled about it. "That stupid neurotic girl left her chicken. Hee."
Ok. My chicken-fetcher just pulled into the driveway. Time to go set off some smoke alarms in the apartment.