It's time for me to spruce up and head for clinic. Tomorrow is my birthday and I think I'll garden, take out the dead flowers and maybe plant a few new ones.
I'd like for a limo to come in the morning, drive me to a spa where I am scrubbed and moisturized and propped up on pillows, after which a few lovely mostly naked persons would bring me a bejeweled luncheon. I then would read all afternoon snacking on chocolate covered cranberries and sipping champagne.
The Oscars-piffle. Beasts of the Southern Wild was mentioned but not a prize? Amour was too foreign? Too much trouble to read subtitles?
I watched anyway. Charlize Theron and Halle Berry were effing gorgeous. I bet someone drives them to spas and cooks luncheons and doesn't allow them to eat chocolate covered cranberries. And they don't go to real work like most of us.