It's a beautiful weekend! And before I get to glamour, let me say that I was outside this afternoon trimming, pruning and pulling weeds when two chickadees came fluttering to my bird house that is and has been in my Mulberry Tree for a few years. First, the male perched outside the hole and checked it out, flew up to a higher branch, and I swear I think I saw him nod to the female to go take a look. Holy Wedding Bells! She did. Then she went up on a branch near her hubby-to-be and they chattered for a moment before taking off. My spirits soared, although with the real estate market the way it is now, I may not see them again. But I'll keep watching. I even went out to make sure the inside looked ok, i.e., no old wasp nests, etc. I hope they were impressed.
After seeing those two young lovers, I made a mad dash through the house looking for Druck to tell him about our potential newlyweds. I finally found him in the garage and, as usual, he was looking for something to do with fertilizer and was not listening well. Jumping up and down and clasping my hands, I relayed the news. I sprinted back to the door when he said, "What was that again?" I paused and repeated things, more slowly this time. "Ah," he said, nodding to make it look like he had at least some interest.
I couldn't remember the name of the tree the bird house is in so when he came in, I was sitting at the computer trying to find it online. "What IS the name of that tree again?" He told me it was a mulberry tree. As I checked online to verify, I told him if he was right, I would make out with him for a full 30 seconds. To his thrill, he WAS right and I jumped up, grabbed him and gave him a pucker like it would be our last. When we caught our breath, I ran back to the sliding glass door to see if our visitors had returned. 
Now on to glamour. As I prepared for Church this morning and Liam was donning his onesie best (with help from his mother, of course), I checked the hem of the skirt I was about to put on because I didn't want another scene like the one I encountered on Friday. While I try very hard to look my best, the adventures that I have had (including my skirt falling off while running to catch the Fedex man at work, my slip falling off, etc., and all stories for another time), keep telling me that I just can't pull it off.
Friday afternoon, I readied for work and decided to don the lovely white chiffon-like peasant skirt which is the same one I loaned to Catherine when she interviewed for her job. I wore a brown top, my long pearls and the mother of pearl earrings handed down to me by my grandmother. And my too-short-hair-because-my-hairdresser-must-have-had-other-things-on-her-mind routine is down to a T. It didn't take me long to select the right gel and "hair putty" to smoosh around and wildly rub my head, look in the mirror and shout, "Voila!" With a spritz of my patchouli cologne on the back of my neck and on each wrist, I was ready to knock the business world dead.
I wriggled my toes into my 3-inch open toed Candies, and, feeling quite smartly dressed, headed for the door to my bedroom. Alas, the heel of the left shoe caught in the hem of my long skirt and sent me careening into the closet which was left ajar. As I grasped wildly at hangers, blazers, skirts and pants, I felt like a little kid again, hiding in the clothes racks of some department store while mom called for me. But this time, no one came to find me. This time, I wasn't hidden inside the forest of clothes, giggling with delight. This time, I was alone and quite stunned amidst the pile of skirts, slacks and blazers I had just pulled off of the rack. After the initial shock wore off, I began to laugh. After unsprawling my legs, I climbed out onto the carpet, smoothed my skirt and checked the hem. All was well. "Let's start this over," I thought as I opened the door and departed, as originally planned - like a lady. And, by the way, who says that a 48 year old grandmother can't wear Candies? It wasn't the Candies' fault for the mishap anyway. It was that darned skirt.
Meanwhile, Liam gave me a huge grin to make the calamity of that moment all seem ok as I grabbed my purse and keys, snuggled him and left for work.
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