The sofa returned and is much better but not perfect. I really give up trying to get them to get it right. It does look better but I can nit pick since I've had so many problems with it....I think I'll just keep what they did and go onwards and upwards.
I did attend the meeting Thursday night. Vet man and the rest of the boys were in rare form. They love to tease me and I can give as good as I get. We did final just about everything. The only thing I couldn't get them to commit to is to put black tie optional on the flyer. It amazes me that they are so hell bent on staying with protocol with this event and when it comes to what you are suppose to wear the boys balked.
Everything I saw on the Internet required formal wear. Either tuxedos, Marine uniforms, or black suits. I told Bruno he could do either, but knowing how he'd love to show off his Armani or whatever he has, he will probably wear a tux. Of course all of this is predicated on whether he actually goes. He promised, but then that never means much. I, again, always expect the worst and if it turns out that he does fine, and if he doesn't fine too.
Today, Saturday, the street fair in Orange is in full swing. Vet man is working a booth, I'm staying home and can't decide if I actually want to go out and fight the weekend crowds that are everywhere for the last hurrah of summer. The beach in full swing for the big weekend. I guess it is a good place to stay away from/
I did a few things at home and am still debating if I need to go out or not. I'm just getting over a sinus infection that had me down for three days and I suppose I should forget about venturing out the door. It is 6:30 p.m. and I will probably give in and stay put. However I am bored.
Mikee, my cat, is more then thrilled when I'm home. He really does think he is my husband and if Bruno comes around and then leaves, Mikee leaves me a present somewhere. He really does know how to get across his displeasure. He is so jealous of anyone that he thinks may take his place.
Not much else to report except a little email I had from a man in San Diego. He is over the top with his words and says he wants to meet me. Not going to happen. I should have kept all the emails I had sent to me in the last two years. Most of them are a hoot.
Off to feed Mikee.
I did attend the meeting Thursday night. Vet man and the rest of the boys were in rare form. They love to tease me and I can give as good as I get. We did final just about everything. The only thing I couldn't get them to commit to is to put black tie optional on the flyer. It amazes me that they are so hell bent on staying with protocol with this event and when it comes to what you are suppose to wear the boys balked.
Everything I saw on the Internet required formal wear. Either tuxedos, Marine uniforms, or black suits. I told Bruno he could do either, but knowing how he'd love to show off his Armani or whatever he has, he will probably wear a tux. Of course all of this is predicated on whether he actually goes. He promised, but then that never means much. I, again, always expect the worst and if it turns out that he does fine, and if he doesn't fine too.
Today, Saturday, the street fair in Orange is in full swing. Vet man is working a booth, I'm staying home and can't decide if I actually want to go out and fight the weekend crowds that are everywhere for the last hurrah of summer. The beach in full swing for the big weekend. I guess it is a good place to stay away from/
I did a few things at home and am still debating if I need to go out or not. I'm just getting over a sinus infection that had me down for three days and I suppose I should forget about venturing out the door. It is 6:30 p.m. and I will probably give in and stay put. However I am bored.
Mikee, my cat, is more then thrilled when I'm home. He really does think he is my husband and if Bruno comes around and then leaves, Mikee leaves me a present somewhere. He really does know how to get across his displeasure. He is so jealous of anyone that he thinks may take his place.
Not much else to report except a little email I had from a man in San Diego. He is over the top with his words and says he wants to meet me. Not going to happen. I should have kept all the emails I had sent to me in the last two years. Most of them are a hoot.
Off to feed Mikee.
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