The Most Fun I’ve Ever Had

My husband has a line he rolls out regularly: “If I’d known how much fun it is to be married, I’d have done it four or five times by now.”

The feeling is mutual.

Look at that face. How can you resist that face?

Look at that face. How can you resist that face?

It’s his birthday today and I want to take a moment to tell you how very much this crazy galoot rocks my world. He makes me laugh every day. He’s whip smart, sweet, kind, and can change a tire faster than I thought possible. We work together, live together, and somehow do not get sick of each other. He’s my best friend and  the number one person I want with me when the zombie apocalypse comes.

We may not agree on everything. We have different political views, he appreciates mostly Classical music, but those things are minor blips. I just know he’s the last person I want to see before I go to sleep, and am excited that he’s the first person I get to see in the morning.

Happy Birthday, Konstantine-George. You may not get 60 more years, but what you are alotted you’re spending with me. I love you. Warts & lice and all.

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We gotta say goodbye for the summer…

The Friday morning breakfast club met this afternoon for coffee. It was our last time together until the end of August. As early as Tuesday we all go our separate ways for the summer. It was bittersweet, because I love these people so much and yet I am raring to get on with vacation.

The weekend started out with a birthday party. Miss Tammy, my rainbow girl, turned the big 5-0 this week. There was a long table of us at Wyld’s Cafe in Bonita Springs to help her celebrate. There was great food, fantastic company and a decadent chocolate cake from Norman Love to complete the night.

Because cake is so important...

Because cake is so important…

Like I said, this afternoon we all met for coffee to say our goodbyes. Tammy is off to the Jersey shore for three weeks before she and Diane jet off to Peru to see Machu Picchu. Then later they will be joining family in Seattle and perhaps do an Alaskan cruise.

Of course, Kosta and I are set for our trip to Europe. 18 days! And dear Cary will be stuck at home, keeping the breakfast table saved for us until we return. Don’t think we’ll forget you! There will be a special present for you, our keeper of the Eternal Breakfast Flame.

Summer is going to be full-throttle, but so much fun. Before you know it the end of August will be here and everyone will be back. And I can’t wait to hear all about the adventures.

Of course, our day was marred by the horrific news out of Orlando. I don’t understand why this keeps happening. I suppose my head does, but my heart cannot fathom why. All those fallen and their families are in my prayers. Other than that I don’t have the words to convey my heavy heart.


Where there was zing just a week ago, now there is the crud. I got it from my husband, who picked it up at work. I told two friends, and they told two friends, and so on and so on and so on.

rare objectsI’ve been sick enough in the past few days that I haven’t even felt like reading. I know. I’m as surprised as you are. Since my early year slump with the books I picked it up and never looked back. Right now I am trying to read Rare Objects by Kathleen Tessaro, but my head is pounding and my nose is leaking, and I really can’t keep two words together in my head. I think it’s really good though. I’ll get back to you.

Instead I’ve been watching TV. Thank heavens for Netflix. I’ve been binge-watching Anthony Bourdain’s The Layover and it makes me about as excited as a crusty-eyed, gooey-nosed person can get for a vacation that is just 23 days away. layoverAnd although he isn’t visiting any of the places I am going, I adore looking at cities I haven’t visited yet like Singapore, Hong Kong, and Montreal. I wasn’t all that enchanted with the Miami episode. I guess the party attitude of South Beach just isn’t my thing. But finding where to get a bacon butty in London? You’re singing my song, Tony.

I also watched Grease on Monday. Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve seen the unedited, un-censored version since I was at a sleepover in 6th grade. It’s one of those movies that once you catch it flipping channels you have to watch the whole thing, isn’t it?

grease album

That’s right, I played a record album, and not ironically.

Grease is one of those movies that is highly nostalgic for someone of my, ahem, years. I remember being five years-old and owning the soundtrack on vinyl. That’s right folks, because cassette tapes were’t a big enough thing yet. It was a double album set and I listened to it over and over in heavy rotation with the Sound of Music soundtrack I inherited from my Mom and Disney’s Macho Duck. It was the late 70’s, kids, and I was five and in love with Andy Gibb. I never claimed I had taste. At least not at five. Hell, I’m still not sure.

Anyway. Grease. There are so many wonderful memories in that movie. The sheen on Sandy’s cheek at the pep rally when she flirts with the quarterback, the exact bubblegum hue of Frenchie’s hair when she had “a little trouble in tinting class.” That giant cotton candy Madge whips ups at the carnival. And of course, a hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card.

Say it with me folks, "When you care enough to send the very best."

Say it with me folks, “When you care enough to send the very best.”

But watching it on Netflix gave even a new dimension of enjoyment to me as I now get all the jokes that flew over my head as an eleven year-old. I won’t go into all the vulgarities here, but let’s just say there was more than a little innuendo going on and wasn’t the squeaky clean film I remember. Which made it all the more delightful.

I’ve you’ve read my blog at all, you know I have a tendency to pick up earworms. Rest assured I will be singing “Summer Nights,” “You’re the One that I Want,” and “Hand Jive” (as sung by Johnny Casino and the Gamblers played by Sha Na Na) for oh, approximately two months. At least I don’t have the desire to sing out loud and share my good fortune with others, as I am sure my husband and friends in France will appreciate.


ZING ZING ZING went my heartstrings.

ZING ZING ZING went my heartstrings.

Vacation is 27 days away and plans are really starting to come together. Every day, every few hours or so, I get a zing of excitement surge through me. Here is what the plan is:

  • Leave 30 June for Vienna and arrive on 1 July. We will spend the 1-3 July  in the city, soaking up the atmosphere, drinking coffee and sampling pastry.
  • 4 July we will collect an rental car and drive from Vienna to Salzburg, stopping in little towns that tickle our fancies along the way.
  • 5-6 of July will be spent in Salzburg and the environs. Kosta is wildly excited about visiting Hohenwerfen where there is a medieval castle that was featured in his very favorite movie: Where Eagles Dare.
  • 7 July will take us by train to Munich where we will meet our dear friends Danielle and Sylvain, who live in France. We will spend the night in Munich, perhaps drink a little beer.
  • 8-12 July will be touring Bavaria. I booked a darling Airbnb in the little village of Bad Windsheim. We’ll be making day trips from there to places like Linderhof Palace, perhaps Oberammergau, Garmische Partenkirchen, Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Wurzburg, Nuremburg and others. We haven’t made a hard plan for this and I am kind of excited to see where we go.

    Isn't Bad Windsheim adorable?

    Isn’t Bad Windsheim adorable?

  • 13 July we fly from Munich to Paris and then take the train to the Vendee where our French friends live. We will stay with them for about a week and have fun with the whole family.
  • 22 July we take the train to Paris and check into a hotel near Les Halles and a short walk to the Louvre. We plan to spend the whole next day at the museum and then fly home the next day on the 24th.

As my dear friend Danielle would say, “Roll on, June 30!”