Trident?

   I don't chew Trident gum. Explain to me, then, how a piece pf gooey melted Trident green gum ended up on the floor of my closet and attached to my favorite pair of work shoes??

   *Tear*. Guess what? I wore them anyway. I refuse to let these go. I wear only pant suits anyhow so you can't totally see it. I just learned that my mall no longer has a Nine West. That's 2 pairs down the drain.

   Those evenings where everything goes wrong was certainly the case last night. Aaron came home from work early with joint pain and a very high temperature and cough. He came home and I suggested a nice hot shower because he was freezing. I guess he was excited to grab a towel because I heard a crash and came upstairs to find our old towel rack (that came with the condo) shattered and towels on the floor.

And the remnants on my shelf.

   He then curled up on the couch, I got him blankets etc and kept checking his fever. Where I come from 103 is serious. Where he comes from it means "go to work the next morning anyhow"....? Hmmmm. Amidst that crisis and me trying to reassemble the broken towel bar (not fixable) the cat peed in the bathtub. While I was looking right at her. There may be something of a defiant streak in this cat. Maybe she's still mad about the rabies vaccine.

   It's a new day...have a good one! Did anyone else have a weird night?

The "Pribe of libe"

   Good morning, blogisphere. I was struck down with cold-like symptoms yesterday and last night. So I dealt with this via new method. My wonderful hub made me a grilled cheese sandwich, I watched an old Mel Gibson movie (which I actually really enjoyed...and I'm not a Mel follower), and then 2 Tylenol pm and went to sleep. Woke up feeling at least 50% better! Last night's overall mood reminded me of one of my fave Friends episodes, clip found HERE, Watch that and minus the "trying to get Chandler in the bedroom" part, that was me last night.

   The fun part of last night was opening my mailbox to discover a package! I love mail. And even more than mail, I love getting packages in the mail. I'm pretty sure that's why I do so much online shopping. It's like surprising myself with something I pre-selected and paid for. I open the mailbox to see "The Hoffmans" yaaaaayyy!! What can it be! Janice is my oldest friend in the world. She is my treasure. Jan recently went on this amazing expedition of London and Paris and had told me she had souvenirs for me. I certainly didn't expect them via mail, so it was doubly awesome! I opened the package to find:

   Vintage art postcards from The Louvre! #1 I LOVE CATS. I actually own 3 or 4 of the prints on the postcards in poster form! Nail? Yes, it's been hit on the head.

   A cat mirror with my favorite vintage poster of all time...home run. Then my other love; peacock print. A case from Harrods in London that low and behold, fits my camera flawlessly! Since I'm taking more pics now for blogging it's perfect and protects my camera while in my overflowing purse. Jan knows her audience!

   Then I watched the movie "Forever Young" starring a young Elijah Wood (like we're talking 11 years old), boisterous Jamie Lee Curtis and of course Mel Gibson. Good flick, ended with the phrase "So you gonna marry me, or what?" verbatim. This sent me reeling because those were the exact words Aaron said to me when he proposed to me! I couldn't believe my clogged ears!

   When Aaron called to check in on me (he had  gone to a friends house to plan a bachelor party for his BFF) I told him about Mel's proposal. He laughed and said what I knew he'd say because it's one of his most told stories. He asked if Mel had also had his original proposal ruined. This is because I was unaware of my original proposal and botched it. Aaron had gotten my ring on a Wednesday in June and it was burning a hole in his pocket. He had several ideas for the proposal planned but couldn't wait (aww!).

   That Friday he sneakily put the bulky ring box under my pillow for me to feel when I laid my head to rest. Sadly, I did not feel it and continually slammed my head against the pillow trying to get comfortable and the ring was not found. After the lights went out he snuck his hand under the pillow to remove the ring box and put it back in his messy nightstand, he knew I'd never go in there. He did end up proposing that Sunday after a day of walking and admiringng beach houses in Fairfield, CT.

   So that's that. It's just me, my husband, and our wonderfully large cat.