So Friday was pretty much of a wash. I had grand plans, but as usual, plans and reality didn't mesh. Did a little on the Christmas novella, but not much, and that's aggravating. I think maybe I had my own personal dark cloud, because by mid-morning I was in a rotten mood. (Might have had something to do with the arm wrestling Blogger and I went through, beginning shortly after six o'clock a.m.)
Today is the Kentucky Derby and I'm not going to be there. Again. This is, in fact, the 135th Derby in a row that I have not attended. My favorite 11.5 inch fashion doll gets to be there--just like she was at the Oaks yesterday, cheering on my new favorite horse. Where is the justice in that? I even have a dress that looks a lot like her Derby dress. And it still fits, after, well...my son was a toddler when I bought it... But it still looks good.
I do not have a hat like hers, though. In case you wondered.
I guess, lemons/lemonade. I can wear the floral dress and my ivory silk sandals to church tomorrow and see if anybody asks me the big question: "Did the toy manufacturer call you for fashion advice?"
Oh well--happy Derby Day, everybody! Even those of you who are 11.5 inches tall.