Sing it with me:

It's a happy DAY!
And I thank God for the weather!
It's a happy DAY!
And I'm livin' it for my Lord.

It's a happy DAY!
And things are gonna get better.
Livin' each day
In the promises of God's Word.

DTD has known me to burst out of the blue singing this song. I get "The Look" when I do.

Did you have a happy day with happy weather? Did your day get better while you lived in the promises of God's Word?

I went to see my friend in Venice. The one from 27.25 years ago. I just LOVE her. And her twin, who does not live in Venice. The one from 26.75 years ago. Lolly has three exceptionally friendly dogs. I especially loved the black pug, two years old, he had a thick bubble gum pink tongue that was created to lick non-stop those interesting things called humans, especially visiting humans . . . me. The three dogs followed us all over the house when Lolly gave me a tour of her home. They lined up and stopped on the stair landing at our feet and listened carefully to the explanation of all family members in the portrait. Upstairs they were locked out of the kids' space, which was a rec room and four bedrooms. When we opened the door again, there they were, ready to reboard the tour bus. It was hilarious. The black pug could walk under the tall black mutt, with several inches to spare. Oh, and the black mutt was a dog Lolly's twin, Rebekah, rescued from going to the pound. Rebekah said, Lolly, you need to take this dog, you live in the country. Hey, what are twin sisters for? It's a great dog anyway. Aaaahhhh, WONDERFUL DAY.

Had to go to Macy's to buy a wedding shower gift. I was there on Monday and the young guy told me, On Friday everything is going to be on sale. I said, I'll see ya on Friday.

He wasn't kidding. On Monday the sheets set was $75 and today it was $30. Of course, as my Dollar Store buddy loves to say, No good deed goes unpunished. I wore a pale purple top today, it's really a sporty top but can pass for a lunch top, it has detail and nice material and gathers in half circles down the sides (ha, ha, I'm no good at describing sewing). So, I wore it to Lunch with Lolly in Venice. Then I continued on to Macy's. I'm holding this package of sheets while looking around some more. I mean, don't we always have to look around some more? Then next thing I know, while rummaging through Martha Stewart's pale blue spatulas with measurement conversions printed on the rubber, ONLY Martha, the stiff plastic corners of the stiff plastic wrap around the sheets, caught on the stitching of my gathers of half circles down the side of my pale purple top and it yanked out the stitching. So now I have a soft fuzzy tuft of purple hanging there checking out the world. Nice decoration . . . NOT! Pooh, I've worn this top all of twice. Time to fish around for the snag remover. We certainly seem to need a lot of things in this life if a snag remover is included in the repertoire.

But this was not enough to deter me from my gloriously happy day. Not even overcooking the hamburgers for dinner. I'm so mellow.

I had things to write about tonight, but search me where they went. Oh yeah, my Dollar Store vintage gift bag. It was literally vintage. When I opened it up, hoping sheets would fit inside, guess what? The inside of the bag was corroded. Yeah. Like something wet got inside and mildewed (that spelling looks suspicious) the paper. And after I worked so hard fishing for the bag with the fewest wrinkles and worn corners. I'm afraid to touch it. And it had the cutest organza ribbon handles, too. Now I have to see if I have suitable bridal shower gift wrap in my gift wrap box. I think I have some white embossed paper, hope there's enough. Then I'll take that pale blue spatula and the cherry wood spoon and criss-cross them on top. Wish me luck, I'm a dunce at this kind of stuff.

Then I sent Mike to the store for a shower card and he got a His and Hers card. Hmmm. He was really going to the for a refreshing beverage, so I employed him to get the card, because like I said, the Dollar Store ones were too tacky this time. When he got home from the store and was settling into his Rays baseball game, he knocked his refreshing bottle of beverage all over the floor. When Jazz and I came in from our walk I smelled grout cleaner, which can only mean one thing . . . Jazz wet on the floor. I thought Mike found wet 'cause I was gone so long today. But it was refreshing beverage instead. I'm beginning to think my day was not getting better. TOMORROW will be better. I mean, my day started off so great, there was no improving it. So, in reality, the day did not worsen because it isn't fair to compare little bad things to pretty much perfection.

You know what, when I write sentences as I just did, that make NO sense, then I say, Bye-bye, Blog, catch ya tomorrow! You should be used to this by now.

Guess what? There is a new kind of little moth in my house. It looks like a tiny greenish yellow, very pale, heart shaped leaf. I've seen these leaves before . . . I think. Everything is coming up pale today.

I'm staring at my ZWIPES cleaning cloths and sponges and what have you. They are still parked in front of the computer spring, SPRING??, I mean, SCREEN, poised for action. They want to know when the gun is going to fire. I want to know that, too.

Oh crumb, my day just tanked. I just sat down to drink a refreshing beverage and read the paper. There, just sittin' around taunting me, was the Macy's flyer with a $10 off coupon smack on the front page for all home items. Wonder what would happen if I returned my stuff and rebought it with the coupon. But that ain't a gonna happen 'cause I have to be at the shower at 11 AM, picking up some ladies at 10:40. Well, maybe I shall be forced to go buy some Fiestaware, which is 40% off plus $10 off coupon only until 1:00 PM tomorrow . . . or something savage like that. But it will still have to be before the shower, 'cause a brunch shower is not over in an hour, see? Do you see why shopping makes me violently ill? All these tricks, I'm not tricky enough to pounce.

See, I need to go beddy-bye. KEM