72 degrees and perfect in the Big Easy
Except it’s not easy – I went to Pilates and got kicked out because L forgot to put my name down as a regular on Saturdays. Then went by the LaLa to meet the tile guy because he had questions, but he didn’t show up, so I came home, and right when I walked in S, my contractor, called and said G had told him I was going to be there to meet with him – ack – back to the LaLa.
Then a break – I went and got the J-man and took him to the toy store on Magazine Street to let him pick out his birthday present – which was a high powered Mercedes. I switched cars so I’d have the carseat and L&M ended up meeting me – but they parked Blue on their empty lot across from Whole Food and when I got to it, it had a big fat ticket on it.
Make my way to Lowe’s to look for the pantry doors, clips for the shelves, grout, etc – and that takes forever – finally come home and get a call that the gas range which needs to be in when Pieri comes to measure on Monday is in – so back in the truck and head back to Lowes.
OH MY GOD – does it stop? Is death when it stops? Good lord.
Just got off the phone with G – making a perfect margarita and headed to the streetfair to hear the Stringbeans. A well deserved respite from a Saturday from hell.