Newsflash: not a single pair of my jeans fits me. I would drown my sorrows in M&Ms but that seems sort of insult to injury and plus, I already ate them. I am, however, drinking, like, my eighth shot of espresso today because I was so unnerved by nodding off and almost running off the road the last time I drove the kids on a long car trip. So, I might go to jail for speeding but at least everyone will be safe and sound and my kids only eat bread and water anyway. Win/Win.
Coop closed on our house in New York on Wednesday. (Not that he's lying on the floor with an empty bottle of tequila or anything.) Our house in Austin went under contract TODAY! (Well, it's still the option period but if the buyers back out, I swear to you, I will find out where they are moving and go over and leave SCOUT IN THEIR BACKYARD. Don't mess with me--I am a woman on the edge.)
The movers come on Monday the 10th and leave with all of our
Jane slipped me a memo last night after she'd gone to bed. Here it is:
"Oh. Mom, Tomorrow I want spaghetti with sauce.
I cracked up at the last part. Where did she learn that?? All she needs is a secretary's initials at the bottom. She kills me.
See you from Big D!
BC/ghwb (I always used to do this on my business correspondence. I liked pretending that George Herbert Walker Bush was typing my letters.)