Pay attention please. We have lots to cover today and I'm fading fast. A couple of cocktails will do that to a 53 year old woman. (That's the first reason for this post.... it's my birthday. Light a candle, say a prayer, and drink a shot in my honor. I'll sleep better, swears.)
Tomorrow starts THE BIG DIET. OK, for all of you who have been readers of my blog long enough to remember the other 20 or so of my BIG DIETS, this time I mean it, just in case you're doubting my sincerity. Over the weekend, hubby and I celebrated the birthday by going to the casino where we lost everything but my virginity, and then we ate these wings for the LAST TIME SINCE I'LL BE GOING ON THE BIG DIET.
Last week was spent with my most perfectly adorable grandson Gavin. A few pictures for you so you'll agree that he is not only perfect, but also adorable. (Do I ever lie to you?) We're not completely sure why he felt the need to smash the face of the female mannequin, but when you're going to grow up to be a professional faith healer...(CAN YOU FEEL IT!!!), one can not start too early, yes?
I'm including a photo of this chicken on my grill because I had no idea that they could play the piano.
And lastly, I found out on Friday that I do not need chemotherapy (YAY!)and I'll be starting radiation next week. BIG TEARS of joy because I still love BIG HAIR.
Thank you again for all of your emails and notes to me on my blog. You have no idea how much strength I garner (and I almost never use that word) from your hope-filled responses. I love you.
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