Hello. We had bad little burgers for dinner. They were frozen organic patties and they were the perfect topper for a day that was ho-hum through and through. These patties looked beautiful frozen, red and fresh, but when they hit the fry pan, they smelled funny and turned into unappetizing gray oily flat discs, with a repulsive hump in the center. And they leaked that jiggly stuff, too. And later on they tasted funny. BOO! HISS! Honestly, life is so much a collection of winning some and losing some. I had good faith in these organic burgers from a reputable company. Their bacon is to die for, and die I will because I eat so much of it. But those burgers were a first and most definitely a last. Mike ate two of them.

I have higher hopes for tomorrow. My friend Pat and I are going to lunch. She is a former adult piano student I had once upon a time. She has carroty orange hair, same as mine. We feel a connection because we both spent our summers up north in cottages on a lake. Well, I was in Michigan, of course, and she is Canadian. Her cottage really was on the lake but it wasn't a cottage, it was a great big impressive glamorous summer home owned by her maiden aunt. My grandparents' cottage wasn't really on the lake, rather across the street from the lake, but on the golf course, which had its own charms. And it really was a cottage.

Anyway, Pat is one who can make me laugh. For instance, I called her Monday night to set up lunch for this week. I said, I can go any day this week. She said she could, too. Then she said, Well, I guess Monday is out. That just struck me as hilarious. This happens time and again and sometimes we laugh so hard we can't stop. Once we went to a women's retreat together and driving to the hotel that night she was saying how her husband said they were running out of money. And she said, incredulously, What does he mean, are we going to be out on the street? Then we went into hysterics for several minutes. I think it's the way she says things. She is totally adorable, pure and precious and innocent.

Today was a day where the house was colder inside than it was outside. How does that happen?

Okay, so I'm all doom and gloom and won't poison you further tonight. Mike thought I was way too hard on the man at the post office with the 10 million packages, which he kept retrieving from his bottomless tub, seriously, like it was a VW loaded with clowns, absurd. Unbelievable. Mike says, What was the man supposed to do? I said, Plenty, he was supposed to go through the line time and again, two packages at a time. Mike blames it on the post office. This is true, maybe the post office could establish a five parcel limit on transactions. Or a separate lane for BUSINESS. I still say the man was out to lunch. Anyway, I'm blaming my dumpy, umpy, umpy attitude and thus dumpy, umpy, umpy day on hormones. What good are hormones if you can't pass the buck to 'em??

Time for some Gorilla Munch, to drown the bad beef taste.

Going to accentuate the positive tomorry,
KEM