I’m proud to report that I haven’t smoked in one full year, as of today! Tomorrow I start a special diet, recommended by the inimitable Dr. Sam Walters of Scottsdale, Arizona, to take off all the weight I’ve put on. This ole cowgirl is determined, ladies and gentlemen, and I’ve known Dr. Sam for a long, long time, so I trust his advice.
Good thing the diet doesn’t start until tomorrow, because today is Jenni’s birthday, and we’re celebrating with ice cream cake tonight, over at Mary Ann and Larry’s place. I’ll miss my nightly glass of wine, that’s for sure, but if I have to make a choice, I’ll take my skinny jeans.
I’m writing away on the new book, now that I’ve mostly recovered from the plague, and I have an appointment for an eye exam this afternoon. I definitely need new glasses–hope I can find some jazzy ones, like my mom is sporting these days. I want a pair with attitude!
The wild turkeys came gobbling by this morning, pecking around in the tall weeds out there in the draw. I’m always glad to see them, though Bernice is not so enthusiastic.
And that’s the news from my kitchen table.