Thursday, February 22, 2007

Tea and Memory

Ah, Good morning. I think today is Wednesday. (actually, it's Thursday!) What a morning I've had already. I tell you. Memory loss is a fearsome thing but did you know it could also be time consuming? I got up this morning bright and early and fixed my usual pot of tea. But I could not find my morning coffee beaker. I looked and looked. I know I had it yesterday, but I couldn't remember at what point I saw it last.

Then an awful fear crept in. What if I packed it into one of the boxes I've been packing up? Although carefully marked, they are not in total precision detail as to each item. I've been packing in categories so I figured it might be in with the coffee mugs and stemware box...but I could have sworn I packed that box 2 days ago and have had tea since then so how COULD it be in there?

But after a thorough and fruitless search (I even looked in the shower. I don't usually drink my tea while shampooing my hair but anything is possible, really, these days) I dug in and started slicing the tape off boxes and going through, one by one, each wrapped bundle of china and crystal and pottery, to see if I could find my tea beaker.

But to no avail.

I gave up and drank tea out of a different vessel and went on with my morning.
By this time my tea was cold so I decided to pop the pot into the microwave for a quick re-heat. And guess what I found?

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day!

I love her little yellow spats! And after she delivers her bouquet and billet-doux, she will no doubt head to the nearest chocolaterie` for tea.A Checkerboard Heart!
Ah, a Valentine not rife with nekkid cherubim! With Yellow Roses! And a Wedding Cake Frosting trim on her pretty white dress!
And a simple sentiment: With love, Love.
Happy Valentine's Day, Gentle Readers!
Miss Pink Ponsonby

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Cake Wars

Yeah. It's been like that lately. Just like that.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

sock Wars

Am I the only person who cannot keep socks on her feet? No matter what I do, no matter what kind of shoes I am wearing, no matter what kind of sock, my feet have a way of rejecting the socks.

This takes the form of the sock spinning around on my foot like Linda Blair's Head. Sometimes I will be out in public and realize that the heel portion of my sock has spun around and is now facing the top of my foot.

Here are 3 separate examples taken Just Today.

Mackie seems to be smirking at me.

You know I couldn't care less about this being Super Bowl Sunday. I forgot to stock up on good snacks and some movies to tide me over, so I guess I'm just stuck rearranging my socks all day long.