Oh Yea, I Also Want a G6....So Santa if You Are Listening

G6, you say? 

Here I thought a G5 was where it's at.

Clearly I'm so 2009. 

Whatevs.

I'm in love with this song.  It's pretty junior high school, I think.  But that's okay.  It makes me want to pull out my parachute pants and break down a card board box. 



T

Living In High Cotton

Louis and I went to visit BFF from high school and her family this weekend.  It was lovely :)  BFF from high school lives in a land far, far away.  It is so very different from where I live.  It's a charming and OLD town. 

I was telling Louis about how much fun we would have, and he listened quite intently:

He was an excellent traveling companion!

I met some of BFF from high school's friends for the first time, and we celebrated by having one too many cocktails.  Bliss!

Louis had a playmate for the weekend.  He is called Poco, which is Spanish for "a little".  Quite appropriate, wouldn't you say?

They became fast friends, and played each day to the point of exhaustion!  As a reward for being such good little boys, BFF from high school and I took the little muffins out for a shopping trip.  Louis is the proud new owner of this collar:

And this new sweater:

Finally, Louis picked out a new toy.  It "cackles" and sounds very spooky.  He absolutely loves it!

It is always hard to leave BFF from high school's house.  I just want to stay.  BUT...alas...it was time to head back. 

So, there I was driving along in the pouring rain when I saw a car ahead of me hydroplane and go down into a ditch!  I made a U Turn as soon as possible to make sure the driver was okay.  Turns out he was fine.  Which is good.  BUT.....

As soon as I re-started my car it refused to switch into 2nd gear.  It just wanted to stay in first!  Can we say transmission problem.  Grr....

Louis was so tired he wasn't even able to hold his head up anymore.  He just wanted to get HOME.

I felt the same way.  **sigh**

Two hours later the tow truck driver arrived to put my car up on a flat bed truck.  I was 60 miles from Smalltown, VA.  The good news is that Louis and I were safe.  I made it to a country store where they didn't mind if I parked for a few hours.  They kept coming out to check on us.  They brought Louis water.  I read my book and stayed nice and warm and dry.  Louis slept.  Considering what could have happened, it wasn't really that bad I suppose.

BFF from high school pointed out that perhaps the man who drove into the ditch was my guardian angel.  Perhaps if I had not slowed down, then had engine trouble, some terrible fate could have awaited Louis and I up the road. When I thought about it that way, I felt very lucky to be sitting in front of the country store :)

Thank goodness the car is still under warranty, so it's at the dealership AGAIN.  They say they will get to it when they can.  Whatever.  It's just a car.

I'm feeling very thankful today.  Thankful for roadside assistance.  Thankful for the best friends ever.  Thankful for my health, and Louis'.  Thankful for my job and my home, and even my car...troublesome as it may be at the moment. 

I'm thankful that I am the type of person who would slow down to help someone when they drive into a ditch.  I'm thankful that I care enough about people to do so. 

I'm thankful that I got to see a field full of cotton plants that were just bursting! 

My daddy used to tell me, when I would complain about not having something, that compared to many we were "living in high cotton".  Have you ever heard that saying before?  Every time I do it makes me smile:)

I've been blessed in life to always find myself living in high cotton.  Even when my bank account wasn't much, the people in my life have made it so very rich....and I know how lucky I am.   Last night, sitting on the side of the road, all of my friends were calling to check on me.  They each volunteered to drive the 60 miles to where I was to sit with Louis and I.  They wanted to be sure I felt safe. 

I truly am living in high cotton.

T

Oooooh....LOVE!

DON'T FORGET TO ENTER MY STELLA & DOT GIVEAWAY HERE BEFORE MIDNIGHT ON SEPTEMBER 29, 2010. 

A $25 GIFT CARD IS UP FOR GRABS!!!

Have a LOVELY weekend friends.  Louis and I are off on our travels.

Until we meet again....

T

The Club Can't Even Handle Me Right Now

Louis' Christmas t-shirts arrived yesterday.  I ordered a size M.  His measurements indicated that size would be correct.

Clearly someone needs to STEP AWAY FROM THE TREATS RIGHT NOW!

Not to be confused with the Gouda cheese, which he hijacked from the coffee table last night.  I commenced calling him "fat boy".  He promptly tooted on me.  It's an ongoing battle at Seersucker Central at the moment.

Oddly enough, he didn't mind wearing his wife beater/baby T/muscle shirt.  Usually he protests loudly when I "dress him".  I think he felt like a stud.  If I had a thick gold chain I would have looped it around his neck, broken out the video cam and started playing "The Club Can't Even Handle Me Right Now...".

 

Wait!

If he's gonna head to the club, clearly he will need this:

OMG.  I'm laughing too hard right now.  Somebody save me from myself.

NEXT SUBJECT....

WIMP came over for Dark 'n' Stormy night wearing these:

I can't decide.  Like?  No Like?  After two cocktails she had to change into flats.  I'm thinking these wouldn't last very long in my life :)  She insists that they are comfortable.  But somehow I just can't imagine that they are?  Hmmm....

Then again, I once imagined that THIS:

(the shirt says Fitch, not ____ in case you were wondering :)

Was a good look. 

EGADS!

Gotta love it when old friends tag you in old pics on Facebook. 

I realize this is a terribly sleepy post.  Louis and I are heading to see BFF from high school this weekend.  I'm really excited about that, and I can't focus on much else....

T

That is NOT Louis!

I can't believe I didn't tell you what happened yesterday when I went to pick Louis up from day care!  It was traumatic.  Well, it was for me anyway :(

There was a new girl working at the front counter.  I announced that I was there to pick up Louis the Westie.  Louis used to be the only westie there.  Now there are three.

Correction.  Apparently now there are five. 

Whatever.

The new girl brings out a westie and says "here he is!"

Ummmmm......not so much.

T:  That is NOT Louis
Girl: Are you sure?
T:  Yes.  I'm quite sure.
Girl:  Well, it's the only westie left back there.
T: WHAT?!??!?!?! 
Girl:  This one is the only westie back there.
T:  YOU HAVE GIVEN MY DOG TO SOMEONE ELSE?!?!??!

(in the mean time a woman is there to pick up her dog(s) and sucks in air.  she's weaving back and forth.  she is pale as a ghost.  she whispers "oh my God".  that's when i know it's bad.  and that this is really happening.)

Girl:  Well, they all look the same.
T:  THIS DOG LOOKS NOTHING LIKE LOUIS, OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT HE IS WHITE AND A WESTIE!  HE HAS A DIFFERENT CUT!!!!!!  DID YOU NOT LOOK AT HIS PICTURE ABOVE HIS LEASH??? WHERE IS MY DOG?  WHERE IS LOUIS?
Girl:  Ummmm...well.  He was really little in the picture and I couldn't tell.  Do you want to come back and look to see if you see him?
T:  GET OUT OF MY WAY...

As I'm charging back to find my pup, he walks through the front door with the girl from the "big dog" side. 

T:  LOUIS!
Louis:  lick, lick, jump, jump, snuggle, snuggle
Big Dog Side Girl:  Such and such, I told you I was taking Louis over here for a bit.  What's going on?
Girl: Oh.  I didn't realize.

SOMEBODY CALL 911!  THIS GIRL ALMOST STROKED OUT RIGHT THERE AT DOGGIE DAY CARE.  GOOD LORD!

I snatched that little pup up in my arms, looked at the girl from the "big dog" side (who is quite lovely and competent) and snarked "what the hell is wrong with that new girl?", and stormed out.  I know it was rude of me, but I thought she had given Louis away.  Clearly she is not the brightest.  Bless her little heart.

I called BFF on the phone directly and said "OMG, some dimwit at doggie day care gave me the wrong dog and couldn't find Louis and I thought they had given him away but he was just next door and I almost stroked out and if she had given him away I would have slapped her hard and kicked her twice.  But it's okay.  I've got him now." 

Clearly BFF loves it when I call her. 

There is always drama.

T

Wordless Westie Wednesday

(it gets REALLY good around 2:00)

T

Dark 'n' Stormy

Quite a few of you have e-mailed to ask about what this dark and stormy evening I have planned tonight is. 

Have you ever been to Georgetown?  Have you ever visited Martin's Tavern?

WIMP is from the DC area, and last year we all trekked up that way for a bridal shower her Maid of Honor Boris was hosting.  That evening we ventured out in Georgetown, and we stumbled upon Martin's Tavern. 

WASHINGTON, DC (WUSA) - When you walk into Billy Martin's Tavern, you can't help but be hit by the history.

"This is what we call the proposal booth," says 4th generation owner, Billy Martin, as he walks along a row of old booths inside the restaurant's main dining room. "It's the booth where John F. Kennedy actually proposed to Jackie. This is where he asked her to get married."

We asked the charming bartender what cocktail we should try.  We wanted something "different".  He proposed we try a Dark and Stormy.  We hadn't a clue what that was, but promptly ordered a round.

A Dark and Stormy (or Dark 'n' Stormy) is an alcoholic highball style cocktail popular in many British Commonwealth countries, such as Bermuda and Australia. It consists of dark rum and ginger beer over ice. The local rum is usually used, for example, Goslings in Bermuda or Bundaberg in Australia.

They were quite tasty, and we proceeded to have quite a few of them each!  This led to the following events:

So....perhaps Dark 'n' Stormys don't lead to the classiest of evenings, but they sure are fun!!

Tonight MK, WIMP and I are going to make Dark 'n' Stormys and watch documentaries about the Kennedy's.  Well, perhaps we will watch a little bit of last night's Rachel Zoe too...

P.S.    DON'T FORGET TO ENTER MY STELLA & DOT GIVEAWAY HERE!

T