Yesterday, after venting, I met my friend, Melanie, for lunch, and we got into it good. Got into it good?
Not grammatical, but alliterative, so I get points for that.
What I mean is we mined the world of personal relationships to a cathartic conclusion, and then we went to IKEA. What could be better? I bought a black plastic shoe container to replace the white one I bought a few months ago. White was all wrong. Black is perfect.
Then I followed her to two houses she was considering buying. I always like looking at houses, and the second one in Cottonwood Creek with its mature trees was charming, especially the gorgeous views to the mountains from the backyard. A high five to that house. A high five to Melanie.
When I got home, Tom drilled the shoe container to the wall; then we sat on our bed watching a PBS special of songs from the fifties: the original McGuire Sisters sang, as well as The Four Coins ("Your kisses take me to Shangrila"), the Four Diamonds and the Four Preps. I sang along with all of them.
PBS was raising money, and I really wanted those 6 CDS, but I already gave for the Wallace Stegnar books the other night. I also wanted Dr. Martin mugs. Want want want.
Tom's summing up: "It's hard to watch your spouse age."