What a week it’s been! I’ve really enjoyed my visit over at T.B.’s blog, thanks again so much T.B. and also not only to all of you who took the time to go over and read my guest post but also to all the lovely new friends that she and I have both made as a result! It’s been amazing!
I think that a little celebration is in order, don’t you? It is the season to be jolly after all (you can take that any way you want) and I think it fits rather nicely with the way some people refer to me as being ‘bubbly’. Apparently.
My Aspie daughter would, however, disagree, preferring to call me ‘annoying’, as in, ‘Mom, you’re talking too loud!’ or, when taking her out and about in the car to run errands and enjoying singing along enthusiastically to a favourite song on the radio and ‘dancing’ to the beat with my head and hands (you know what I mean), I am rudely interrupted with a ‘Stop it Mom, everyone can see!’ So of course I keep doing it. Aspie daughter laughs in spite of her disgust at her thoroughly embarrassing mother.
Bubbly, annoying, loud, whatever. I’m not like that all the time, in fact, often I’m very quiet really. Still, I like to call it blowing off steam and since I’m panicking about Christmas big time and all that I have left to do I think there is only one solution.
F. Scott Fitzgerald said it best:
‘Too much of anything is bad but too much champagne is just right’.
Scotty, I have to agree totally. Actually, I’m a cheap date really as a lovely, chilled bottle of cava will do just as nicely. Lidle do a particularly nice one. Of course, poor Hubby has another take on this rather effervescent subject.
He took me out to dinner once, in the early days, to a lovely country house hotel called Ston Easton just outside the glorious city of Bath. This is not a place that you would go for any old meal , and certainly not cheap. I hadn’t been to such a place for a very long time and felt thoroughly spoiled. Treated like a queen in fact. The problem is that I think that the entire experience went to my head and I began to have ideas above my station. (Downton Abbey anyone?)
Whilst perusing the menu, Hubby (not my hubby then I might add) asked me what I would like to drink. “Shall we order a bottle of champagne?” I blithely suggested. The poor man looked at me, turned a whiter shade of pale and looked momentarily as if he was about to fall off his overstuffed chair. It hadn’t even occurred to me that the cheapest bottle of champers would have set him back a cool several hundred pounds.
Of course I didn’t find this out until later (several years later in fact). Somehow he managed to persuade me to have ‘just one glass to start with’ and then we moved on to wine. I’m amazed that he still wanted to marry me.
Belated birthday celebrations this weekend, Christmas decs going up and manic online ordering. Time to crack open that bubbly.
Have a great weekend and I’ll see you bright and bushy-tailed on Monday 🙂