Someone’s been stealing my basil. Out of my front garden. I feel
like putting up a sign with a lot of curse words. Or a tiny
electric fence. It makes me sad every time I look at it. I was
so proud of my basil. I think I’m going to take some out of the
garden and put it in a pot on the porch. Where it will die. For
I cannot grow things on the porch. They die on the porch. Hmmm.
Last week I went to two fancy restaurants for dinner. One was on
the 41st floor of the Marriott. It had the most fantastic view
of the French Quarter and the Point. I have to take George there
for brunch one Sunday. It’s just too beautiful not to.
The other fancy restaurant was the Palace Cafe. Mmmm. I had
crabmeat cheesecake as an appetizer. Need I say more? (Also, I
needn’t say more about how bad my weigh in is going to be
tomorrow. I haven’t tracked points since last Wednesday. I
hardly saw the point after the dinners out. Also I was v. busy.)
Tonight I’m going to hopefully pick out my invitation design for
the wedding. It’s going to be very exciting. These are not your
run-of-the-mill invitations. We’re talking dreamy here, people!
Thursday George and I are going to a benefit for a redevelopment
group that a friend of ours works for. We got free tickets. That
makes me feel special. There’s going to be yummy food. I must go
to the gym beforehand.
On a week from Friday, Kristina’s coming to visit. Also my
sister and her husband. And Ren and her family. It’s going to be
a very fun weekend. On the following Monday morning, I leave for
Raleigh until the following Saturday morning. Where am I going
to weigh in? I have a feeling my scale is v. special (um, makes
me weigh a few pounds less than other scales) so I am reluctant
to use a different one. There is a YMCA right near the hotel. I
hope I am brave enough to use it. (The hotel gives out free
passes.) Otherwise I am going to gain a hundred pounds and my
guns are going to turn back into ordinary flabby arms. Poo.