What a wonderful weekend. First, as you know, I'm fabulous, and I have an exciting and wonderful life but sometimes it gets even better.
Friday night we had a girl party, there were purses, candles, jeans and henna tattoos and when that was over the real fun started. After the vendors left the drinking started in earnest. We danced around the kitchen to the songs from Grease, and yes we knew all the dances. We've decided we can't let all this talent go to waste so we are going to get together regularly and drink, I mean practice so at the end of the summer we can perform for the whole world. There may or may not have been large quantities of copper camels involved. I'll never tell.
Also this weekend, I had sausage TWICE! I know, I know. Since I've been sick I can't eat very much but somehow there is always room for sausage. Randy took me to breakfast, no potatoes this time but I did get sausage. I felt bad because I think that's all I ate. Then on Sunday my sisters made a lovely mother's day brunch, with sausage. They know me too well.
But the best thing that happened......you're never gonna believe it! Stephen King was here, in my house, reading my writing, telling me I'm talented. I was proud as a peacock, until I got embarrassed because we could hear the people in the apartment upstairs having loud, banging against the wall sex. I tried to talk louder and pretend I didn't hear, then I remembered I don't live in an apartment, so I woke up.
The wind ripped a piece of siding halfway off my house and was rhythmically slamming it into the house. Damn. Now Stephen is gone and I won't get to hear about how he is going to make sure I get published so I can live on the beach and eat bon bons everyday.
I knew I should have stayed in that apartment.