Now, THIS is a nightmare
Not sure which part of the dream was worse — that I was pregnant — with twins! — or that I was working at Wal-Mart.
Nothin’ against Wal-Mart, it’s just that I’ve done the retailing thing (several times over) and have no wish to do it again. Much prefer the buying end of it than the selling.
Speaking of retailing (as in, kid who works in), this is a wave to #2 (the one in NYC), who said he might peek in when he stopped by school after work this evening. 
Watched Zefferelli’s tribute to Maria Callas the other night (CALLAS FOREVER). If you’re even remotely interested in opera, this is one to see. And hear. Fanny Arment, the French actress who plays Callas in the last year of her life is phenomenal, and the movie is chock full of Callas’s recordings from the fifties, when she was at her prime. Anyway, the reason I mention this is, hubby was wondering if Arment seemed old enough to play the role, even though she was the same age as Callas at that point (53). Then he says, “But then, you’re 53 and don’t look it, either, so there you are.”
Earned him some mega-points with that one.
Leaving you now with this pithy little bon-mot from the inside of my Dove Dark Chocolate wrapper: Don’t think about it so much.
Sounds good to me.
