So my wedding anniversary is this week….which means, sadly, that according to the Official Rules, I am not eligible to apply to be the new Bachelorette. Oh, well. Can you imagine if you were to do something like this? It’s one of those things that, as a writer, I wish I could do, if only for the material. But judging by the long list of rules and fine print, they probably own your soul by the time it’s all over, so you couldn’t do much with it anyway. But still. You’d have some great stories to tell.
It’s Monday, and the sun is FINALLY out after a monsoon-like weekend. (No, I am not kidding.) We had a party on Saturday night and I literally at times felt like we were in the rainforest. (Where I have never been, but I assume it is wet and soppy, as it was here all weekend.) As usual, I had entirely too much food and now must eat my way through a ton of leftover barbeque, as well as an entire batch of cupcakes. God help me.
(There are, of course, worse problems. Much worse.)
Meanwhile, last night I watched Amelie, a gift from a friend, which I liked very much. Although I wasn’t sure I got it, exactly. I mean, I thought it was really cute and sweet, but the people around me had just gone on and on about it so much that I wondered if maybe some part of it went over my head. Maybe I’m just too impatient for French movies. Could be.
Finally, I just want to say that Beth Orton’s version of “Wild World,” the Cat Stevens song, is just so good it’s been stuck in my head for weeks now. You can check it out, along with other clips from the How to Deal soundtrack–which is really good, I’ve had a copy for a couple of months now, and I’ve worn it out on my CD player—here . So enjoyable.
Now, I’m going to go eat a cupcake. Gotta do what you gotta do.
have a good day everyone!