Chilly, rainy Sunday-- and I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Or for four more Mondays. Nyah, nyah, nyah.

Movies this weekend included Grace of My Heart-- loosely based on the life of Carole King. I like Carole King, and not just because she spells her name the way my mom spelled my middle name. The movie was good, had really great music, but man, what a messed up life she had. If you watch the movie, it's also good to know her last husband in the movie was based on Brian Wilson. Now THERE was a messed up guy. I also watched a quirky movie called happy Endings-- not bad, not fabulous, but definitely enjoyable. One thing I really liked about this movie was the side info that appeared every once in awhile. Example: Lisa Kudrow's character gets hit by a car (and bad) within the first 5 minutes. At the side of the picture a narrative appears: "She's not dead". I liked that throughout the movie. Side note-- everytime I see Lisa Kudrow in anything, I cannot help but compare her to my niece, A. My niece is just as quirky and goofy as LK. Ask my family. They'll agree.

Spare bedroom update-- I think with three or four days of work I might actually be at a point where I'm considered done. For now, anyway. Today I'm going to get some containers to house all the "save" stuff--right now it's in all different sized boxes and I would like it much better if all the containers were the same. My car is packed with boxes to take to my mom's for the yard sale (and it had better be sunny and nice that weekend or I'm going to be mad!) "Packed with boxes" sounds like a ton, but it's really not. It just looks that way. Last night we went to DQ for Blizzards (bad habit starting, I can tell) and I told bfg he'd have to drive. He looked at me incredulously and asked "Why?" this question wasn't a surprise because I always drive--always. His car is a mess inside-- I'm convinced he secretly has a small family of midgets or something living in there. So he took a trash bag and cleaned out the front seat, and off we went. I think today we're cleaning out the rest. It's sad, but we're so alike in some ways--and not always in good ones.

Kitcat gets her stitches out tomorrow-- and yes, I AM looking forward to forcing her into that cat carrier again, thanks for wondering. She has to most loathsome yowl on the way to the vet--it's almost a screech. On the way home it's a subdued meow, but on the way there it's awful.

Yesterday afternoon I ushered at the ACenter and a group of women came in together-- one of them struck me as really familiar, but she didn't look like she recognized me (which I thought she would have) so I let it go. But then at intermission I couldn't help but thinking she looked exactly like someone I was very, very good friends with in college--Paula S (Danelle should remember her). When they went back to their seats I finally went up to her and asked if her name was Paula--she said yes and when I told her my name she recognized me immediately. We hadn't seen each other in nearly thirty years-- it was so good to see her again. We exchanged email addresses and I'm sure we'll make plans to get together. I'm so glad I said something to her.