My Week In Review...Poo-Poo-Pe-Doo

Just thought I'd do a quick round-up of this week's events. 

1. I'm back in Florida and all my anxieties and fears about the trip which I stupidly suffered all of  last week are behind me and were, of course, groundless. Things went smoothly and all is well.

2. Went to the communal 60th birthday party that we had planned for two weeks earlier (I wrote about that one last time.  See "The Girls At The Lake".)  Four of us recently-turned-60 friends gathered once again at Carol's house at the lake.  Thank you Carol.  It's a really nice house and well, it's on the lake for heaven's sake so it was gorgeous.  This time all four of us came and had a grand time.  Kind of a take-two of the previous get-together.  This time clever Carol had presents for each of us.  The first gift was.....are you ready?.....a package of SPOOLIES.  And if you're reading this and don't know what Spoolies are you are way too young to be reading a baby boomer's blog.  So we each grabbed one and wound a lock of our hair around it and sat there with these pink plastic circles in our hair for the remainder.  I was given Tangee lipstick.  Oh man, haven't seen THAT in years.  And I will forgive you if you don't remember Tangee lipstick because the specific name may be throwing you off.  Here, this description from their web site should jog your memory: "The original orange lipstick that goes on clear and gradually transforms into the perfect shade for you." Huh?  Huh?  You gettin it now??   Sure enough.  The stick is orange, but I put it on and it immediately went DARK PINK.  It's freaky.  Then the next gift was a MADRAS plaid duster, or housecoat, or whatever you want to call it. Perfect. 

Well, since Carol was the one who came up with these, she didn't want us to feel bad, and think she was left out, so she gave herself a gift too.  She unwrapped the package to reveal....EMERAUDE COLOGNE.  Wow.  shades of ninth grade.  I think I alternated between Emeraude and  Ambush.  


Anyway, it was another great gathering of old friends.  And sorry but I do mean old.


3. Watched several old movies with my dad to pass the evening hours.  I actually enjoyed them more than I anticipated.  One in particular starred Fred Astaire and Red Skelton and was called "Three Little Words".  It was the story of two actual songwriters (Burt Kalmar and Harry Ruby) and their successes and feuds and such.  Lots of good dancing by Mr. Astaire so I was all up for that.  One of the songs they wrote that was featured in the movie was "I Wanna Be Loved By You".  ("I wanna be loved by you alo-ne...POO POO PE DOO"  Now you can better understand the formerly puzzling title of this post.)


4. Flew back to Florida, as I mentioned.  Was picked up at the airport by two of my wonderful angel friends who not only drove an hour each way to pick me up, but took me to their house afterward and fed me a delicious meal.  And, oh yes, THREE MARGARITAS.  Which was apparently one margarita too many because I ended up having an unplanned sleepover at their house.  Oooohh, I forgot how the bed could spin like that.  But I had a GREAT time and loved every minute.  


So here I am, settling back in at my condo.  I was wondering how I would feel coming back to an empty house,  but ya know, I'm okay.  Going out to dinner tonight with another friend and planning to curl up with a good book afterward.  


Life is good.