Despite Myself in Postcards 4

The little black dress was a big hit last night. I was a little put off when I put on a stunning, new coat over it and was told it made me look larger. I was encouraged by the complements. Never will I be that thin again as I did in my red coat, but my new, little black dress worked well. I bet it serves me well for a lot of years.

I’ve been apologizing, it seems, for days. Yes, I certainly shouldn’t have said that, I should never have gotten all wound up like that, I apologize, I apologize. Goodness, where did all that stinking panic come from; nothing’s worth the huge fuss I made…shame on me. Perhaps it was because I failed two tests for Alzheimer’s in the latest AARP magazine.

So I step out of myself and the virago I have become to find my ISP, Internet Service Provider down. It’s up, it’s down. Sometimes all you can do is laugh and enjoy the little black dress.

Himself: Worked his tush off. Teeth cleaned at the doc. Got some of the pills we will need ordered at the docs, worked 8 hours, and went to a meeting. Herself: Puttered with love and was 3 points over my WW points limit again. Got mending done. List printed. Some stuff is out to be packed. Trying on clothes. Reading: Yesterday’s book is a keeper. Two more go back to thhe store. Balance: Not thinking. Smiling.