A waste of brain matter

I don't know why I bothered, but I did. I watched the Daytime Emmys last night. I am an admitted soap opera addict - All My Children, One Life To Life, and General Hospital. The Emmys confused me. At one point I thought maybe I was watching the Grammys. Then at another point I thought maybe I missed something and it was actually the Tonys. It was like giving out the actual awards was a nuisance to what they were really trying to do for the show, which I was never really certain of. None of my favorites ever win, but I watch anyway. Jule Marie Berman won Outstanding Younger Actress for Lulu on General Hospital, but really she should get an award for getting to make out with Dominic Zamprogna on a regular basis. Oh baby.

I guess overall it was a good way to help me fall asleep after a disastrous first day back from vacation. I swear they saved all of the worst dictators for me on my day back. It's a conspiracy, I know it.

For one brief moment this weekend I ditched my jeans and T-shirt and flip flops that make up my day to day uniform and got dressed up. As dressed up as you'll ever see me anyway. I wore heels. I haven't worn heels since before I was pregnant with Dylan 13 years ago. I wore a skirt. I haven't worn a skirt in so long. I don't even own a skirt. I do now. It's cute too, I may wear it again - with flip flops of course.

I was going to say that the next time you see me that dressed up will be in my coffin, but that is false; I want to be buried in my bikini. Just to embarrass my kids one last time.