Tuesday, May 25, 2004
BBQ, BAD SONGS, BROKEN TREES
Zo's computer has been down as she attempts to make the transition from dialup to DSL (she needs a new ethernet card.....anyone want to donate one for her Mac?)
And me, well, between doula-babies, kiddo, work, storms (which took out one of our trees), dog, family, loss of babysitter (and thus, total loss of personal time), I'm just nucking futs.
So, of course, this means no Diva-time either. Zo and I have been near-strangers these last few weeks - soooo weird.
Except for last Saturday's BBQ, where we.....
--ate steaks and ate TWO kinds of pasta salad (low carb and full-on "I'm training for a marathon" pasta)
--drank frozen cosmopolitans
--watched in evil amusement as the single-people-with-no-children developed a glazed-over look in their eyes from the sheer volume of activity generated by six children, two dogs and a radio.
--sang karaoke at the top of our lungs: some good (JULIE & JIM) and some.....not so good (VI & ZO), and the big fat (well, skinny, really) party-pooper (DANIEL) who refused to sing at all, but heckled each and every one of us....claiming to be our "Karaoke Simon Cowell". (Rumor has it that the first thing he did on Sunday morning was sing to Zo.....butthead.)
AND
--gaped in amazement as a HUGE branch of Zo's century tree in the back yard came crashing down mere inches from Zander. I'm sure when Zo gets back on here, she'll share the rest of THAT tale.
A good time was had by all, as we slogged our way home at 2 a.m. (Thank goodness I had a designated driver!)
We miss you very much, our Diva-pals!! Please know that even though we haven't been able to blog as much as we'd like to, we think about you all the time, and you're welcome to email us at divaconfessions@yahoo.com.
Diva-Love to all,
Vi
