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8 April So yesterday I woke up and looked around my room and realized that I could not live for one more minute with all of those clothes all over the floor, and I was going to pick them up, clean them and put them away or die trying. Of course, I didn't, but I did get started! I did a bunch of loads of laundry (there are a bunch more to go), matched my socks, put all of my underwear away, and folded the shirts that I washed. I'm very proud of myself! Look, I haven't put a single piece of clothing away for over two years, it's all baby steps to me.
I did actually want to spend the day with my clothing, but due to the rehearsal thing the day before, I hadn't done my FedExing, because I had thought that I was going to be able to do it when I got back (ha!), so I had to go in to do that. I figured, since I was in the city anyway, I'd run a couple of errands. I needed some purple dye, since I was really over my damn hair, so I went to Ray's Beauty Supply and got a new kind, not Fudge, so we'll see how that works. It was alot cheaper, but it couldn't possibly wash out any faster than Fudge does! Then I went to the East Side. On Thursday, I was suddenly overwhelmed with the taste for the key lime mousse pie that they have at Michelle's Kitchen over on Lexington. I used to eat it all the time when the office was over there, and I missed it like hell, suddenly. So I skipped hippety-hop to Lexington Ave., only to find that they were out of it! O the pain. I got a piece of pumpkin cheesecake, but it wasn't the same. So, I went to the Kentucky Fried Chicken practically next door, because I hadn't had it, well, for as long as I hadn't had the key lime mousse, and ordered three legs with potato salad and beans and a roll, but they were out of potato salad. I walked away thinking, "This is not my day to eat on the East Side!" So, yesterday I went to Michelle's Kitchen and said, "A piece of your finest key lime mousse, gentlemen!" You guessed it. They were out of it again. They never were out of it even once when I used to get it all the time, but now it is as elusive as the Golden Fleece. I decided that the one thing that would make me feel better would be Kentucky Fried Chicken, because they certainly wouldn't be out of potato salad again, right? That would be just ridiculous! And they weren't! They were out of drumsticks. How Kentucky Fried Chicken could be out of chicken, I'll never know--maybe there was a run on drumsticks, the Drumstick Worshippers were having their Saturday meeting or something. The only conclusion that I can come up with is that the East Side hates me, because I left it. The East Side is spiteful.
When I got home, we finally had Bonnie's birthday party, which, since I was traveling on the 16th, was postponed. It was funny, because Bonnie has been all about her birthday for months. She spent all of February saying, "Today is my birthday in March! And I will have cake and blow out that candles and Santa will bring me presents!" We couldn't convince her that Santa wouldn't really have much to do with her birthday. Anyway, we had cupcakes and candles and I gave her a Bugs Bunny doll that is dressed in a bunny suit (no, really!), Jon gave her pool shoes, and Grandma and Grandpa gave her a little basketball set, which, for a basketball-mad family such as ours, is an excellent gift. Fran put together the basketball set, and it only took him twenty minutes, and then the kids played. It really was very funny, Molly yelling to Bonnie, "Take the shot!" as she has heard her father say so many times. The basketball game started to get more and more raucous, until Bonnie was simply running around screaming, because Molly had the ball.
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