I had a wonder-FULL dinner last night with a lot of old friends. That’s what happens when Simeon comes home. It’s a great excuse for us all to have a reunion. And even though we went to a sushi place, (I really hate sushi, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, believe me, I’ve tried), the little man that is so friendly and owns the place never once tried to make me eat it. That makes me happy. When I used to go there, he thought I was soooo funny, because I would only order tempura. He would give me little samples and say, “You try. You rike.” (You have to picture a Japanese accent there.) And he would just laugh and laugh as he would watch me try to gag it down. And a long time ago, I said that if I am a bad girl, I will go to hell, and it will be very cold there, with nothing to eat but sushi, and a demon saying, “You try. You rike.” So I try hard to be a good girl.

Strange days continue at my workplace, dysfunction junction. I can say no more at this time, for it would be tedious, and I don’t even really have the whole story right now. It may all work out to the good. Or it may lead to disaster. As Mr. Pratchett says, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions…I did it for the children” Etc.

I am a bit alarmed at how slow my wedding planning process is going. I’ve had a helluva time finding the right dress. Some things that were fabulous online weren’t so fab in the store. Some things unexpected were pretty good, but not just right. I am STILL looking for an officiant. I got some excellent recommendations from some friends last night about JOP’s, and it might just have to go that way. I can’t DO anything else, like send out invites until I am certain I have someone secured for that date. Research on other matters, such as music, food, cakes, etc. has been slow and difficult. No wonder there are people like the amazing Wendy who do this stuff for other people. I miss my best friend, and wish she was here.

I miss my seestor too. I am itching for a road trip, and the knowledge that I can’t really take a vacation because there are no days off to take irks me very much. I want to hear her cool new tunes.The March Madness has definitely set in.

Apparently, my interesting mother has decided that rather than spend money wisely on a nice psychiatrist and a therapist, she would rather spend money foolishly to go live/perhaps rescue her on-the-lamb boyfriend in California from his AA sober house. Sometimes, there’s nothing you can do. Great lengths were gone to in order to banish this SOB from the State of Montana, and my family’s life. I rather suspect she might not come back at all, even for the wedding.

I’m off to take a nap, it’s been a long day.