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{Magnificent Monday…}

Happy Monday sweet peas!  Hope your day is going deliciously well.  I, for one, am having an unbelievable day for a Monday. Who would have thought that this day would come baring gifts and goodies? Definitely not I darling.  I’m rarely surprised but when one of my besties sent me a few presents to the office today, just because, well…let’s just say I’m out of Kleenex tissues. What a blessing!

But as if that weren’t amazing enough, the pièce de résistance, my iPad FINALLY arrived today (after waiting a month and change for it). Yaaay! Let the iPad insanity begin.  LOL 

How about you love? Did you cave, as I did, and drink the iPad Kool-Aid?  Well, technically Mr. Husband purchased my new pretty, but that was AFTER I talked his ears off about how organized my life would be if I just had this new toy.  Heh!  I guess my method of persuasion really works.

 Enjoy your day beloved! I know I surely will.  xoxo

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Girl’s Night Out

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Fabulous Friday’s always start with a bang when the clock strikes five, especially when it’s girl’s night out. I make a mad dash for my car and leave the doldrums of my office life behind, in a swirl of white dust. Plans have been set with the elegant eight and my car is put into high gear so that I can get home in time to refresh and de-ugly. Pity though that I waste half of my life pining away for the weekend’s but the truth of the matter is that I have yet to reach that special sweet spot where my work is pure pleasure and so….. until then, bring on the delightful bubbly and let’s shake that job right out of my hair (well, at least for the weekend anyway).

What to wear? What to wear? This is my dilemma EVERY Friday night. Hmm. Are we going for chic and elegant or cool and hip? Nothing in my closet screams “wear me” so on occasion I must place a quick call to one of the chica’s for their fashionista input. And to that end, I call Becca. Becca is a picture of pure fabulousness and her motto is “Why age gracefully when there is Botox?” She makes no bones about telling us what’s in or what’s definitely out and for the evening’s festivities, who better to call? I dial her number and she answers the phone as though she has just run a marathon or heaven knows what else she has been up to and to boot I can distinctly hear Disco music pounding in the background. “Becca‘s house of pleasure”, she answered. “Becca, you crazy woman, what are you doing and what is with the 70s tunes?”, I asked. She laughs that Betty Rubble laugh of hers and proceeds to tell me that she is feeling a little retro tonight and has decided to mark the occasion with some Disco classics and some Boogie Oogie Oogie. Now Becca is the kind of girlfriend that any woman would want as a friend. Not only is she a total renaissance woman but she is loyal to a fault and always sees her glass half full. With Becca, it’s hard to have a bad day.

I told her to get her quirky back side to my house pronto, that I was having a fashion crisis. She sighed dramatically and said she would be over as soon as she waxed, plucked, dyed and scrubbed. “But you just dyed your hair last week”, I groaned. And without missing a beat she matter-of-factly stated that it was not the hair on her head that she was dying and that she was going to dye it with a product called Betty something or other. I stared at my cell phone in disbelief. I brought the phone back to my ear and asked her if she had lost her mind? She laughed and hung up. A million things raced through my mind. How would her ‘hub’ react to this new – ahem – neon pink enhancement? Would he laugh as soon as Becca sashayed into the bedroom in her birthday suit or would he hit the MP3 for a little love groove? Now, I thought my ‘going out’ rituals were insane but Becca took it to a totally new level. Her antics never cease to amaze me.

Finally, Becca felt she would grace the public with her presence and showed up at my house as though the paparazzi were waiting for her arrival. When I opened the door, I shook my head in amusement, as she breezed by me in an aromatic haze of Chanel. “Chica, did you bathe in that perfume?” I asked. “Nonsense”, she said. “Don’t be silly. I just did a light spritz.” I looked at her, amazed that she is so blissfully unaware of how over the top she really is but perhaps that is one of the things I love so much about her; her carefree attitude, her joie de vivre, her fearlessness, and of course her fantastic ability to accessorize. I always know that she has the gift of throwing together the right outfits so I just humor her Royal Highness. Heh!

By 8:00 p.m., the eight of us meet at some new swanky lounge and restaurant. We decide to share a few apps and have lovely cocktails while we enjoy the sounds of a smooth jazz group. We talk, we share, and we complete each other’s sentences. We dissect every issue and celebrate every victory. As I look around our table, at each and every woman, I give thanks for the beauty that each one brings into my life. Girlfriend’s can enrich your life and every woman deserves a BFF. Friday night’s are great for dates with your significant other but when you need to decompress and exhale, pick up the hot line, send out the distress call because it’s time for a girl’s night out.