Robby has learned to operate the copier...just great. The copier only went down under the computer desk last night, so that didn't take long, did it? The old copier, which broke, had the buttons on the side, but this copier as the buttons on the top. Robby really likes what he sees and hears, the paper rolling through, the gears sounds, etc. He peers in the front slot, and paws it out, then he studies the rear of the machine. Then, he sits on the buttons and makes another copy. And another. Swell.

Well, once again, I do not remember what I had in mind to blog. But I was at the Vinoy Hotel tonight, visiting with my guests, and we were standing in the lobby near the recessed entrance to the ball room, out of everyone's way. Or so we thought. A security guard steps up to us and brusquely orders us to step aside, out of the way. WELL! REALLY!

So, taken aback, we followed the command. Then we see a man walk through the ballroom doors. A little while later, another. And then the stream picked up. AHA! It was the Royal Boston Red Sox. EVERYONE STAND BACK and practically bow, show proper obeisance.

REALLY!, KEM says, with an air of pure disgust.

Well, my brother-in-law, you don't mess with him like that. He headed straight away to the reception desk and was talking to the night manager in no time. And not only that, he will be speaking to the general manager in the morning. His perspective is that a world class hotel shouldn't be treating it's paying customers in such a manner, and he's sure the general manager feels the same way.

I, my dears, am not staying in the world class hotel. I said, My friend Miss Orcas, from Orcas Island, SHE trumps the Red Sox any day. She didn't even know who they were. Well, the Rays had best sweep them after this, although maybe it wasn't exactly their fault this happened. I don't know what kind of "terms" they have with their hotels on the road. I guess I should find out. My BIL will.

Oh, non-coffee drinkers should maybe not do what I did today. In an effort to clear the kitchen counter clutter, I drank it. Literally. A single serve packet of Starbucks instant coffee has been cluttering the counter for many a week. Mike brought it home one day. So, the only way to get rid of it permanently, was to stir it up and drink it. The end result of this is a solid case of the jitters for the next 12 hours. I mean, that coffee was BLACK. Maybe it was quadruple espresso or something. Every time I succumb to the enticement of a cup of coffee, I live to dearly regret it.

And, I am sorry and humbled to report that when I told my hairdresser that I wanted brown hair (instead of the blond she insisted on last couple of times) without stipulating, Not TOO dark brown, well, my hair is nearly as black as the coffee I drank. POOH, RATS and DOUBLE RATS!

Well, so, I look hideous for my big birthday, it kinda takes the pressure off. Happy day, anyway you slice it. Maybe if I wash my hair 20 times tomorrow, the color will fade?

Just dug out the Starbucks little packet...from the garbage. It's called VIA Ready Brew. It's Italian Roast and it's extra bold coffee anywhere. Instant and microground. Rich, intense flavor any time, any place, any how, no doubt. Ugh.

Am supposed to be vacuuming the lamp shade. Who can sleep with VIA running through one's veins? Ha, ha, I remember in one of my early blogs that I had quite a problem with spelling the word vein with the correct usage, there are so many ways to spell it. Probably still have it wrong. There are 3 ways to spell it, but I can only think of 2. How sad is that?

THE END of this post,
KEM