Hey! It's Friday and I've got plans with this buddy of mine:
It was a present from someone who was passing through L.A. and of all the flavored voddies, this is my all time favorite. Unfortunately or, fortunately, I can't buy it here in my city and so I have been enjoying it sparingly which is a word that rarely gets used when I open a bottle of voddie.
If we were meeting for vermut this afternoon we would go and sit on a terrace somewhere because the sun is shining for the first time in 5 days. I would ask you if there is a brand of self-tanner you would recommend because I'm noticing that each spring when I put on my sandals
my feet are getting uglier and uglier and my legs are getting whiter and whiter. Usually when I use that stuff I get these carroty patches at my knees and ankles and sometimes on the knuckles of my toes because it's almost impossible to apply it evenly. Oh, what price vanity!
If we were meeting for vermut today I would ask you - would you get on a Ferris wheel car numbered 13?
Honestly, vermut or no vermut if I got on a Ferris wheel car my head would be between my legs for the whole rotation. I would tell you of this memory I have as a small child sitting on the Ferris wheel with my father with just a simple bar across our laps which, technically, wasn't across my lap because I was so tiny. At the very top of the wheel when it stopped to let people on or off my father would swing the car wildly, while I screamed and imagined myself slipping beneath the bar. I remember my hands sweating heavily and having a hard time holding on while he laughed. And I would sit in amazement at realizing where my fear of heights started.
If we were meeting for vermut today I would tell you about our "firsts" this week. The first bit of mint is up.
Our first daffodil which is in my garden but I didn't plant.
Our first lilac sighting, even if it was just one little bud that had fallen off another stem.
And for Riley, the first time he wasn't allowed on a ride at the travelling fair because he was too TALL. And even though there have been so many in the past when he has not been allowed on because he was too short which caused no end of disappointment, this held equal disappointment for him. Oh. I would tell you of another "first" and more proof my boy is growing up - last week he saw my underwear hanging on the clothes line and laughed. Underwear on the clothes line is, apparently, a source of mirth when you are 8 years old. He was less mirthful at seeing his own hanging out there in the breeze.
Before I pour myself another glass I would tell you I have to run and exchange some things I bought that turned out to be the wrong size. I would ask you if, when you have less money in the bank you are more prone to wanting to spend some? I am having a bit of a short month what with taxes due and the end of the heating bills (hopefully) from the winter but have nevertheless been tempted by sales and spring clothes and shoes.
Be sure to stop by Kate's at The Catalan Way and say hi as there is no bottom on her vermut glass and maybe you can convince her to put up a Mr. Linky on Fridays.