  Day. Whatever. Sincerely . I really mean that. The beginning wasn't as sparkly - I woke up at 4 a.m. and could not go back to sleep.
So I watched "Donnie Darko" again. ( How many times is it now, Chicken? Far too many to keep track of. ) Cult movies don't become that way by being something you watch only once, you know? I expect the same for "Big Fish. " Come to Momma, Ewan. Move over, Jake. The second part of my morning was good: went back to bed with the babies .
Nico and Sadie (Snarky Bitch) do not have a problemo with this; Buzzy does. I got, oh, 30 minutes of good REM sleep and then my dad starts laying on the doorbell. So I go do the low-cost vet clinic thingie at my vet's office. I figure I have to "bargain shop" for shots when I spend so much on emergency visits to the 24-hour place (knock on wood, those days are over ). Afterwards, gearing myself up to make that oh-so-important phone call, I called Vicente . His son answered the phone: "What do you want, Brenda?
" Twelve year-olds can be so charming . I want three. In this case, the apple didn't even fall from the tree, they are so much alike. Cute, sarcastic and quite adept at pushing my buttons . This is how fabulous my non-boyfriend is...he's helping Joe move, and other than guitar lessons, he doesn't really know him. I've known Joe for years but I'm not there, sweating and lifting boxes (I might break a nail, that's what movers are for). So I practice and I practice and then I think, "I need a pedicure. And my nails done. And my eyebrows waxed.
" The third scenario should have never happened. I AM BALD ABOVE MY EYES. I am pissed. Bunny, I am so driving to your place in Richardson to be threaded. It just takes me once to learn my lesson. About beauty mistakes, not about men. In case you haven't noticed . By the way, I'm tired of plucking . My eyes water terribly and I'd prefer to be lying down when I receive my torture. Or conveniently handcuffed to some large object. (I'm kidding . ) I'm seriously wondering about my state of mind this morning.
That spree at Sephora was totally unnecessary (as Mary/Lisa put it, "Exactly how many eyeshadows do you have now?? ") and I really don't need a new scent. But I got one, babies . And I got a really cool gift for Ms. Bun Bun . Oh Bunny - Vicente and I are on for drinkies next Saturday! Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
