here today

 

new cars.

two new cars and one refrigerator and as the mermaid likes to tell me all during mercury retrograde a very brave or foolhardy move hard to tell the two apart sometimes but it sure is fun to drive that tiny little bug of an automobile. two new cars ben chose the volvo station wagon big enough for a family you see not that we aren't one but there is room for more if it should turn out that way.

two new cars one of them perhaps smaller than the new refrigerator that looms over me while I cook glaring down at the other appliances wishing we could move a little faster with the upgrades. tall black and shiny with a freezer in the bottom seriously we could live in this thing except unlike the last one it is actually fulfilling its duty to stay cold inside.

life insurance is next got to protect the investments you see and some of them could be future investments of the sort that need extra protecting and gosh aren't we grown-up Americans flexing our purchasing power. poor Ben passed out when they took his blood but cheered up today to hear that he got good rates he is healthy our Ben driving his bug of a car while I press the turbo button on the station wagon wondering how did I get here.

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what's not to love about a party.

what's not to love about a party with a theme and happy guests who show up bottles in hand, ready to play, ready to watch the ladies in their gowns and the men in their tuxes

what's not to love about a party where Ellen walked the aisles making me laugh so hard I forgot to give the answers to my contests

what's not to love about those chandeliers Ben hand-painted the last one groovy blue, red, gold, looks like something out of Bulgaria Flora said and she's right. Tuberoses made the guest room smell lush and forbidden as if something interesting might happen to that pile of coats and purses while we sat munching on our guacamole, homemade salsa, enchilada tortas

what's not to love about a party except that even the best ones End, prizes given, one last sip of champagne, couple more chips perhaps, hand me a girl scout cookie that's so retro no it's all I had in the cupboards I always forget about dessert.

even the best ones End, the house is quiet, ben and I walk slowly up the stairs to bed, lucy following her belly full of stolen bites she loves parties as much as we do, I believe. what's not to love.

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plastic jesus. and e-vites.

I don't care if it rains or freezes,
As long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.

Comes in colors pink and pleasant,
Glows in the dark cause he's iridescent
Take him with you when you travel far.

Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sittin' on a
Pedestal of abalone shell.

Going ninety I ain't scary
Cause I got the virgin Mary
Assurin' me that I won't go to Hell

don't you remember cool hand luke? oh, for movies like that though this year promises to be a great one for my all-time favorite television event. drumroll please the Academy Awards.

every year for the past so many years since ben and I have been together we have hosted every year and Academy Awards party. every year we record the event so as to skip commercials and get right to the part where Rob Lowe sings to Snow White, Gwyneth goes goth, and so on and so forth there is always something and I need to see it, and also to rewind it and see it again. and again.

this year I used E-Vite. do you know this E-Vil E-Vite? it is madness, I tell you, madness. an online invitation server thing that sends out messages to the people who should come to your party and then gives you a list and you can see when the people have viewed your invitation - your E-Vitation - and who is coming and who is not and who is perhaps coming but has not decided yet. also the funny comments left by your funny friends about why they are coming or are still on the fence or what have you.

here is my E-Vite:

it is that time of year again. get your pens ready, sharpen your wits and get out there & start watching movies. nominations have been posted you slacker you.

please arrive at 6pm. the red carpet portion of the evening will play from 6 - 7pm, aided by cocktails & the mocking of terrible gowns and silly hair. this is the time to fill in your ballots for the three contests. last year's heros accurately predicted the winners, the losers and "what would jesus do?". yes, there will be prizes.

please call or email me with any questions. oh, there will be food but we would be ever so happy if you would bring something to keep yourself from getting parched if you know what we're saying and I think you do otherwise you wouldn't be our friend. xoxoxoxo.

seems straighforward enough says I but since sending it I have had nothing but trouble. trouble I tell you and in my head I hear Roy Lamontaigne singing that word and it's gorgeous but anyhow not that romantic kind of trouble but real world crazy people now I see the inside of my friends' heads kind of trouble.

trouble. so much trouble. for example, some people open the invitation every day but do not respond. why? why do they do this? some are confused and call me hoping that they did not miss the party as the Grammys were on and they forgot which awards show we were celebrating. (??@!!!?). one person removed herself from the list of guests but did not say why, or how, or wherefore. it seems a statement of sorts but what kind?

next time, I will buy those tiny little rubber stamps and make my own cards and send them with wee RSVP pre-paid envelopes because that, that bit of old-fashioned crafting even were it to involve hole-punching and ribbons, perhaps even a melted wax seal on the outside, that compared to e-Vite, would simplify my life.

plastic jesus amen.

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