Random Notes from the Sandwich Life
Because random's all I got
Owen and Trinity had us all over on Sunday for grilled brats. Leo and Tal brought the official brownies, we brought salads and wine. It was so wonderful and I thought how much the house they’re renting is perfect for them. I went home happy.
Then, something like two days later, they were told the house is being sold and they have 45 days to get out. I must have jinxed them.
Sigh. Local folks, please keep them in mind if you hear of anything. They hope to find another house and of course cats and dogs are a must.
Even though I’d said we weren’t going to make it to Mary Sack’s memorial at the 5 Spot in Nashville this weekend, I still secretly hoped that MAYBE we could swing it. I had to admit to myself this week that there’ just no way. I’m feeling better and was able to stay at work a little longer yesterday but I was absolutely exhausted afterward. I just can’t do the six hour drive there and back, and the memorial and be in any shape to work the next day. We of course will be there in spirit, and will drink a toast or two to her. Love you forever, Mary.
On a different note, I’m somewhat obsessed with the Hims and Hers ads on tv. The Hims ad focuse= on erectile disfunction while the Hers ad focuses on hair loss and anxiety. Eh, I just don’t know.
In the same vein, I find myself incensed over the trend of male newscasters wearing casual athletic shoes while their female counterparts are still stuck with stiletto heels.
Sometimes I just hate the world. This is nothing new. Remember, I quit my Brownie troop in disgust.
I do love a rainy day.
Buster’s friends are starting.
That’s all I’ve got today. I swear I will wander again.
Onward.
Love,
Cynthia