pamper me

This morning, before Jack made sausage and cheese omelets for breakfast for us, I spent some time out in the gardens in the gently falling snow, tidying up a bit, checking out the bulbs--some just breaking the surface of the soil, some full-leafed ready to send up blossom-topped stalks, some in full bloom bent under the weight of the end-of-March snow. After breakfast, shower, and washing of my newly-shorn hair, we watched racing, did a bit of laundry, enjoyed soft, chewy chocolate chip cookies, and played with the pup--wearer of the new polo shirt from Jr.

Next, Jr's girlfriend, Brandie, performed miracles on my feet in the form of a pedicure. Oh my. And now I have toenails the color of ripe bing cherries. Jr cooked a turkey breast with mashed potatoes and gravy and peas for dinner for us. With cheesecake from the factory for dessert, eaten while thoroughly enjoying a Heart concert on the high def channel on the high def tv. Those girls--Nancy and Ann--have still got something going on.

Even the migraine during (and for a couple of hours after) dinner that required a couple of hours in the dark cool place under my pillow, could not change my firm belief that today was the most pampered day I've ever lived.