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My Life Thus Far
2005-11-20 02:31:32 (UTC)

Champagne and Peanut Butter Pie

November 17, 2005

I so DO NOT want to go back to ordinary life tomorrow but
I know it's got to happen eventually. I'm not dead yet, so
I only get to visit heaven, not move in permanantly.

Let me just start by saying, today was not an eventful
day. It was the only day we didn't dash off to some
fabulous little seaside town and "dink" (as Helena would
say) in little shops. We just vegged around and did
nothing. Annie and Helena flew a kite, built a sand castle
and played in the waves. Snookums, Kiki and I napped the
day away. The fun (at least for Snookums and I) started
after dark.

Helena planned an elaborate evening for Snookums and I.
She bought us both fabulous outfits (mine was an amazing
pair of tummy tuck jeans {in a size 12!!!}, a red cashmere
sweater, a black velvet blazer and the jewelry she bought
me yesterday-Snookums had on a very distinguished pair of
khaki slacks, black leather oxfords, and a black cable
knit sweater. I found out later he had on boxers that said
BIG DADDY. And that he is) We weren't allowed to see each
other until it was time to leave for our "date".

Our "date" was to a posh seafood grill in Lincoln City
called Kyllo's Grill. It was such a fantastic meal. I had
char-grilled salmon, Snookums had seafood alfredo and we
both had a beautiful glass of merlot. It was such a
vibrant red, had such a sweet, mellow flavor and smelled
so much like grapes. My limited wine-tasting this past
week has taught me that I prefer reds over whites or
blushes, but I ADORE champagne (more on that later). We
had dessert, too. I had mocha mudd pie and Snookie had
lemon lush pie. We came home to yet more extravagence. The
girls had been fed, put to bed and were sound asleep.
There was a massive fire in the fireplace, the shades had
been pulled, the lights were down, I had a new white silk
neglige to put on and there were 2 glasses of ice cold
champagne on the coffe table (I later found out it was $65
a bottle champagne. That sounds expensive to me). Helena
made herself scarce (she spent the night next door with
her friend Judy). All I can say is champagne has a way of
feuling the sex drive and peanut butter pie is never more
decadent than after intensely satisfying sex. I think we
christened every horizontal surface in the living room.
I'm not sure if I'll ever look at this furniture the same
way again. My throat is sore and I haven't been to any
sporting events...Need I say more?

I'm not 100% sure, but I think tonight's romantic evening
is an attempt on Helena's part for a 3rd grandchild. She
keeps asking me when we'll have another. Well, it didn't
work. We had to turn on some light to locate all of our
condom wrappers, but we found them all. We're very good
about using protection after our scare last month.
Snookums told me tonight over dinner that he wants one
more baby, but not for a number of years (5 to be exact)
and that works for me.

So, tomorrow we're homward bound and I'll be bact to
writing the modern way. I think I'm developing carpel
tunnel syndrom from gripping this pen. My handwriting is
crap now, too. The only downfall with online blogging I've
found yet. Bad penmanship. Oh well.

Let me take my tipsy ass to bed now. I've got to get up
before noon tomorrow, unfortunately. Ciao.




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