Tra-la-la

When I was a little girl at my Grandparent's home during the Summer months, Granny would sing quite early in the morning, "I am happy, tra-la-la, and I'll make you happy too..." Which always sounded meanacing before adequate coffee. She jolly well meant it, though. Never has there been a more boyant personality than my Granny.

My girlfriends are planning my bridal shower. The theme is French bordello; which sounds quite scandelous. I told you this would be a doozy. What could be more appropriate for a bunch of Christian Homeschool moms? I am happy, tra-la-la, and I'll make you happy, too.

The whole real-life-work-and-clean-the-house thing is totally crimping my style. I need to be allowed to sit by the pool, and plan. When I sit by the pool, though, everything but the handsome man in the tan just go right out of my head. I need to focus, but all of the pending excitement have given me a serious dose of ADD.

My tan really is coming along nicely. Thanks for asking.

Today, I have resolved NOT so go sit by the pool. Instead, I am going to work, and thence to clean, and also to shop for invitations. Meanwhile, I was thinking that I owe a few "thank you" cards, and I need to get this house in order, so that Cathy and Asia aren't horrified when they arrive on Friday.

I so need a personal assistant.