The diet's shot to hell . . .
. . . and me without a handbasket. I've been sooo self indulgent today. Caught up on all the blogs I follow, did a jigsaw puzzle (250 pieces) online, then took myself out for tea. Isn't this civilized?
Then, I met a friend for lunch (I love being ladies who lunch) and the pub we chose offered pasta with prawns sauteed with garlic and spinnach in butter. I could smell the sauteed garlic. I was helpless. My intellect shorted out and my hedonism took over. I ate every bit! I even wiped the plate with my bread. Yum, yum!! It was a working man's pub, and we got there early. As the meal progressed, it became more and more difficult to hear one another. All these warehousemen and truck drivers bellowing at the top of their lungs. It was deafening. Maybe we can meet somewhere else for the next meal. Somewhere we can get in a really good gossip.
Of course, I could make it all better if I just took myself out for a nice walk this afternoon. But the temperature is headed for 90 (remember, it was 68 two days ago) and all I want to do is lie back in my swing chair in the shade and perspire gently. And you know, when I'm on my death bed (With clogged arteries from all that butter no doubt) I will not say, "Gee, I wish I had done more sweaty hikes in the hot weather." I am a lot more likely to say, "I wish I had spent more time in my swing chair." So that's where I'm headed now. Photos tomorrow.
PS. I spent some time and thought on my outfit for lunch. Then a young lady passing me on the street said, "That's a really nice outfit." It was just the cherry on the frosting of the cupcake of my day. Gratuitous validation. Had I been a kitty, I would have rolled on the sidewalk at her feet.
It takes so little time to acknowledge when someone is looking nice, and it means so much to them. Let's all try giving out one more compliment a week. (a day?) Remember, what goes around, comes around.