it's late.
My youngest son's girlfriend is home
from Paris ( sigh) ( although she comes from Los Angeles ( sigh again)
but is studying in France.
I was going to make Mexican food for dinner
but then I remembered she is half Mexican
so that idea went right out the window with the fajitas.
No pressure then. :)
Actually, it's nine thirty
and I've just sat down,
I've been on my feet since six thirty am
apart from my thirty minute lunch break.
( Which in reality felt like thirty seconds.)
Can I measure today?
Maybe.
I actually got a * sincere* smile from the evil queen,
and it shocked me so much I didn't know
whether to laugh or cry,
so I ended up giving a half grin
which probably made me look as if
I was having either a stroke or
a small seizure.
Yesterday,
something Kess said in her comment
provoked a lot of thought.
Perhaps I'll write about it tomorrow.
For now,
I'm off to bed to watch an episode of 24
on my laptop.
And wonder what to feed
an American / Mexican girl
tomorrow night.
