Oh, honeybutts, I got OUT for almost 2 whole days this week! Calloo, callay, a frabjous day and a half! The hub and I took advantage of one of those coupon dealios and motored on down to Atlantic City, and it was really wonderful. Just what I needed, actually. A romantic dinner, some gambling, a new friend (who will hopefully become one more of my rib-tickling bad joke buddies) and the acquisition of not only a faaaaabulous 1920's straw hat and grey/silver scarf, but something from my childhood which brings back belly-aching giggly memories: a switchblade comb.
Come on! You remember them, if you were born before 1979 and had a terrible sense of humour as a kid! My bro and I used to pretend to threaten one another with ours, and probably half of the kids in my grade school had one of their own. The comb actually does work, and each time I whip it out (huh huhuh), I find myself grinning like an eight year old again.
Another part of our little trip was to visit the local aquarium where we got to actually touch a baby manta ray! How freakin' cool is that?! It was so smooth and silky; well, to my fingers, it was. To the hub, it was slimy. He's pretty cute.
To add to the awesomeness that is this week, we found a house that would be a perfect fit for us, AND it comes with a cat, so we're putting in an offer this week, and one of my very dearest and tallest friends is coming to visit for the weekend which will include at least one cookout and elebenty hundred laughs.
It's rare that I have a smile on my face for so long that my cheeks ache, but this is one of those wondrous, beautiful weeks and I am in love with it.
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