Pretty Much All Downhill from Here

Brrr! Pool's open, y'all.

Laura is still with her friend at the beach, and this morning I packed Hank off to Stone Mountain with his buddy for the day. Then I went to play tennis under a blue sky. While I was there, it dawned on me that Fabienne was on her way over to clean. I said to my friends, "Girls, listen. Other women are caring for my children. Yet another woman is cleaning my house. This is really pretty much the peak for me and I don't expect that it can get any better." They all affirmed me, with sisterly satisfaction.

Oh, and even the dog is away. She stayed at the mountain house for doggy spring break with Mom and Dad.

Thank God we don't have to deserve the good things that happen to us.

You know?

Then I stopped by the pool, just because it was open, and snapped this pic. Then I had lunch with Matt. Now I'm going to go get my car headlight replaced. I called the auto place to inquire as to whether they could fit me in, and the guy goes, "Well if we have the right bulb, it will take about fifteen minutes. If we have to order it, it will take about thirty minutes." I was like, whoa, where are you ordering it from, magic man? Next door?

I just talked to Laura on the phone. She is having a fabulous time. They rode their bikes to Seaside and saw the house from The Truman Show. Then she saw Reese Witherspoon in a bar. Another mother might have asked, "What were you doing in a bar?" But I was all, "OMG REEEESE!"

I am pretty sure we would be best friends if she would just call me.

Tonight, Hank, Matt, and I will get on the road to head down to his Tough Mudder race. That will be in the morning. I had to sign a waiver to watch this thing. I will keep you informed.

You please do the same. xoxo