whew

dear hedda, dear hedda, you have no complaints
you are what you are and you ain't what you ain't
so listen up buster, and listen up good
stop wishing for bad luck
and knockin on wood
signed
dear abby

now don't ask me WHY that john prine song came to mind because i know you're not wishing for bad luck or knocking on wood.
well i spose i do know. the client who came in when we were on the phone came in for financial advice and ended up spilling her guts about personal things.
i just dunno sometimes. whatchagonnado.

tomorrow i'm meeting karin and mary and prolly laurie and maybe others at bistro so i need to finish reading efm tonight.

i was starved when i got home so i had three cold boiled shrimp and a dozen or so crab fingers (the little bitty pieces of crab) and a little cottage cheese with some apple and a few pistachios. that's some damned fine stuff.

no i didn't call the flower lady yet but will in the a.m. or p.m. really. maybe i'll call diana to do it. i have a dental appt at 8 am and a meeting from 8:30 till 1 and another at 2.

but i'll manage to call.