Hello ladies (and gentlemen too),

Good to log in and find good spirits here. I'm listening to a Fleetwood Mac in concert (live) on PBS and enjoying having a few minutes to read and post. D7 is watching a movie...

Mr. Wonderful just left, and I think he would have stayed longer had Lindsey Buckingham not made the segue into one of his weird solo songs. Oh, well, it's been a decent evening.

Maya, hope I can salvage some of his masculinity now. I left the back yard for him to mow, and I did an excellent job gushing at the way he uses his weed whacker.

Dinner was good and he was even complimentary on the cod. He seemed surprised that D7 enjoys fish. Guess his menu repertoire isn't as adventurous as mine. Well, I'm more of a risk taker, so I guess it's part of my overall package. And might I add that it's a sad commentary when fish is considered exotic? Must be, compared to mac & cheese and peas...

Anyway, I wasn't feeling great so I dodged the gym and ended up chatting with my DB buddy Triple J on the phone instead. So I was still dressed in my work duds, which are new and casual since my boss is out of town. (When the cat's away, the mice play. At least they dress more casually!)

He was mowing when I walked in, so I headed out the patio doors to find D7 playing with the weed whacker and him behind the mower. I waved and he looked up and appeared very startled. I am not sure what he was thinking, but I'm fairly certain my appearance had something to do with the shock.

Oh, I'm wearing a pair of petite sized capris with a really cute black sleeveless sweater. Did I mention that I'm already below my pre-D7 weight with only a few to go to pre-D10 weight?

Anyway, I was in the kitchen getting stuff out for dinner when I asked him if he would like a beer. Triple J told me he'd want one after recuperating one day. He was right. I went downstairs to the basement fridge and grabbed him a cold one and me a Fresca. I unscrewed the cap for him and set it on the counter and he smiled really nicely and said, "Thanks!"

I grinned back and said, "You're very welcome!"

I turned to do something at the sink when he spoke, "Bets, you are looking SOOOOOO good. How much are you down now?"

I commented, "30. And I have 8 to go before I get where I want to be."

He replied, "I'm so impressed. You look wonderful. You should be really happy and proud of yourself, because I am."

I thanked him for the compliment. And I know he notices all this stuff, even if he doesn't comment on it.

I had a few phone calls and a visitor show up... all parents of friends of both the girls. I told him the nature of the 1st call, since it was the mom of D7's good friend who has decided to call me and tell me about D7s day at camp (since D7 can't talk, she tells me her version).

Visitor was D10's girl scout leader, also a friend of mine. She walked to my door and exclaimed loudly, "HOLY COW! BETS, YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE!" I saw Mr. W. turn the corner and my friend winked at him.... who went first?



He got the hot tub all squared away for summer and hung out to watch a bit of Fleetwood Mac before he asked me if I wanted him to take D7 so I could rest? I thanked him for the offer, but told him I was fine and that he could go home to hit the sack early.

He gave me a weird sort of smile and thanked me (for what? I'll take that) and said he would call me tomorrow.

And that's it from my neck of the woods.

Betsey

"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."

Albert Einstein