Jimmy loves more than anything, when I wear my hair back….and since it was his birthday wish, I had no choice but to oblige.
Friday was the actual day and celebration and in true selfless fashion, he chose to go to The Corvette Diner because it would be fun for the kids.
And they had a BLAST.
All THREE hours we were there.
{and then i took a xanax and went home to sit in COMPLETE silence for a good hour or more to recover.}
How on earth I was able to work FIVE hours shifts there all those years ago is beyond me.
{I was Buffy. And yes, that’s my claim to fame.}
What is it about getting older and not being able to handle noise and chaos anymore?
I used to thrive on that stuff.
But now?
I prefer elastic waisted pants and good La-Z-boy recliner, and in bed by 10:30 pm.
{unless my sister calls and then bedtime’s off….discuss the latest dish, we must}
How times have changed.
In my defense, I did take both kids out to do the chicken dance/polka, and even remembered all the moves to the Roach.
So that makes me a little more cool, ya?
as i sit in my elastic waist pants poppin’ xanax while i’m still recovering 3 days later…