61 and counting . . .

happy i could take lee back to her ortho-guy.  she's not so happy.  still stuck in her boot.  but on a good note, he is letting her go out to lunch with the hens tomorrow.  happy dance . . . well at least for joanie and i.

speaking of lunch and friends,  robin and i headed to la fiesta for some guacamole and such.  she's right, they have the best guac.  my favorite americano quesadilla wasn't too shabby either, she says as she waddles around the house.

and while fixated on food, this from kidlet:

a little puff pastry, a little apple pie filling, some cinnamon and sugar and melted butter and slurp.  three more pounds just hopped on my tush.

and to make sure there is enough happiness in my day, the woman whose class i took, ended it with a surprise today of a 40% discount off a one day shopping spree in her e-store.  yes, i did damage.