Seems that while I was away frolicking with my friends there was an "incident" in the kitchen involving the refrigerator, a TV, a jar of hot sauce, a Corningware bowl full of frozen chili and bifocals. (I do NOT make up this stuff, it really happens in my house!) I was made aware of the aformentioned "incident" last night after arriving home and getting my hand stuck to the pantry door. (Bet you didn't know that when hot sauce is exposed to the air for an unknown length of time it becomes a glue-like gelatinous substance somewhat akin to "Tacky Glue")
I also no longer revile Bill Clinton for his "define" moment. I now understand that men really do define things differently than women do. Case in point - "I cleaned it ALL up."
Woman's definition - "there is not a speck, grain, morsel, drop, sliver, shard or molecule left".
Man's definition - "some, most, part of or any portion larger than a quarter may (or may not) be gone".
But, I must remember - he did lose those bifocals!!!
Fred the Fish has survived another week of neglect, but just barely. He was in a bad state today, apparently suffering from a lack of oxygen in his water, and it took him a while to recover after I cleaned and fed him, but he seems to have perked up.
Judging by the slime covering my arm, the dog apparently missed me too, and is glad I'm back!
Our yearly painting retreat is now fond and funny memories - laughter, painting, good food, walking, driving, rain, sunshine, docks, "bars", birdhouses, "hey gals" and a mean game of "Painting!" - can't wait until next year!!!