just call me Estelle

I'm feeling a little bit like a 90 year old lady right now. I'm alone, it's 7 pm on Friday night, I've had 1 very tall Tom Collins, and I'm listening to Joni Mitchell and Van Morrison.
Tonight's supposed to be date night, planned by me, but D is working on the Pizza Audit from Hell. He got home after midnight tonight and left before I got up this morning. So my cute tray of hummus and yummies is slowly being fed to the dogs while I get drunk.




On a happier note, I picked up this cute blue-grey ocean-creature-looking-thing from Pier 1 yesterday for $9 and it makes me happy. I like it on David's nightstand with his collection of old man books.
























Bruce approves.