It is so so haaawwtt today.
So much hotter than it was in New York.
Self is going crazy with the watering, for apparently hubby was so transfixed by football that he neglected to water, not even once.
Furthermore, Gracie is lame.
“What’s wrong with her leg?” self inquired as soon as she arrived.
“Nothing,” hubby said. “She’s fine.”
The poor li’l crit doesn’t seem to be in pain, but she is definitely favoring her left front leg, and holding her right paw gingerly in the air.
Today, hubby is transfixed by Stanford vs. Notre Dame. It’s the third quarter, and Stanford is leading by 10 points. The Stanford quarterback, Andrew Luck, is so good. Self inquires if hubby would be interested in catching a home game at Stanford. Hubby then cries, “Nooo!!! It’s too hoot!” He’s probably right, they have been at other games at Stanford, and the un-shaded seats are sweltering. But she’s always wanted to get a tan! Self knows she looks better with a tan, as witness all those photographs of herself taken in Boracay, Bohol, etc etc etc
In a little while, Dearest Mum will arrive in her rented car (if she doesn’t hit anything first). Self doesn’t think Dearest Mum should be permitted onto any freeway. Niece G said that, Thursday night, when they were heading to Redwood City, cars were honking at Dearest Mum. Anyhoo, the plan for this evening is that Dearest Mum has been invited by Dear Sister-in-Law to attend a dinner at the Fairmont in San Jose, in honor of the Philippine president Noynoy. But she doesn’t trust herself to drive that distance, so she is stopping off at Redwood City first so that self can take over the driving. But, once at the Fairmont, Dearest Mum emphasizes that self is not invited to the dinner. The tickets were issued very far in advance. Self texts her sister-in-law, and her sister-in-law confirms that, indeed, there are no more tickets to this fabulous dinner.
That’s OK. Self is sure she’d fall asleep listening to Noynoy. Thing is, she has to hang around there because Dearest Mum says she wants self to be ready to drive her home. Self thought it would be so nice if hubby came too, then she would have company while waiting for Dearest Mum.
“We could have a drink at the Fairmont,” self suggests tentatively.
“Are you kidding?” hubby bursts forth. “Drinks at the Fairmont are expensive! At least $8 each!”
Self wonders how hubby has come by this information, as to her knowledge he has never taken her there.
Anyhoo, if self has to wait for Dearest Mum while she attends this fabulous dinner, she’ll be damned if she waits in the car. She darn well will go and have a drink. In fact, many drinks! $8 apiece or no! That way, when Dearest Mum finally emerges from the fabulous dinner, and is ready to be driven home, self will be in trés happy mood!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.