It’s a gorgeous day here in Cheesecake City. Sunny, warm, rich with…well, rich people. Ya know.
Found Gene sleeping in his office chair when I woke up at 6 (So much for sleepy dogs…), so I sent him to bed for awhile because we had errands to run and he needed some real rest. Plus, I wanted to Sploofus for awhile. I did that long enough to get to #10 for my level and woke Gene up. We drove over to the Infiniti dealership because the car needed an oil change. Turns out there are some other issues with the car (apparently Gene lost power while driving home from MIL’s last night) so they gave us a loaner. Then we went home so I could finally get off my lazy ass and get cleaned up because next…
We went to the salon for a haircut (Gene) and (mmmm) pedicure (me, of course). Yippee! I am trying to embrace the whole sandals in summer thing and we all know I can’t do my own nails on a dare. Next, lunch and then we actually paid money for a total piece of crap movie. OMG, if a movie’s best features are a former Batman, the chick from Cold Case and Christian Fucking Slater, it doesn’t deserve to be made in the first place. Ay ay ay.
So, anyway. Since we live near a lake inhabited by people with bucks, I see a lot of people cruising around town in their convertibles. Volvos, Mercedes, BMWs, ubiquitous Porsches (both the WTFE Boxster and the oohbaby 911). So now I have a case of convertible envy (I get this pretty frequently during the warmer months…) and Gene likes to remind me that I, too, could have one if I’d give up on Plan B. (Before you worry too much, it’s not like he’s being cruel about it).
If anyone didn’t already know how inane and shallow I am, I think I finally just clued them in.
Thank you and GOOD NIGHT!