FRI-dee

Growing up in Pensacola, Florida, that's how I and everyone around me pronounced "Friday." Sundee, Mundy, Tuesdee, Winnzdee, Thursdy, Fridee, Sat-ur-day-uh.  The days of the week. Although I guess some people say Satterdee.  Sounds great to me.

I also pronounced Florida "Flarda."  I guess I still do when my guard is down.

All this is to say that I hope you're havin' a nice Fridee.

I had my last radiation treatment today. A-W-S-O-M-E-B-A-L-L-S.

I started celebrating yesterdee.  I happened to be going down there alone, so I sat in the coffee shop eating grits and reading Catching Fire on my iPhone.  Then after treatment, I got a pedicure before I had to pick up Hank.

The polish I picked was OPI's London Bridge is Falling Brown. It's a little brown.  But the lady who did the pedi was the one with the really strong hands, and I swear to you, she pushes on this place on the bottom of my right foot and it is the only lesbian experience I have ever had.

Then, today, Matt drove me down there.  The therapists gave me a little dove pin and thanked me for letting them take care of me. Sweet.  Then we just came home and Pretty Neighbor had brought me some balloons and a loaf of banana bread. Double sweet.

And I am not finished celebrating.  I can't decide if we're talking a champagne thing or more a Fudgie the Whale thing.  Or both?

Just now I was lying on my dining room bench admiring my Halloween decorations.  Ooh, at the grocery store today they had buy-two-get-one-free pumpkins, and the only ones they had left were kinda scratch-and-dent. But I am going to spray paint those babies. Oh yes I am.

This brings you entirely up to date.  Now the kids are upstairs having their nightly wrestle with Matt and I have a glass of chianti.  I am sure that there's a "House Hunters" waiting for me to watch it.

Hot, hot, hot action.  You?