Remember that from Saturday Night Live? “I’m Chevy Chase and you’re not.” We thought that was hilarious.

Anyway….

Update #1 – Party and Cake

I went to the party, I brought the cake. I couldn’t stop myself from mentioning that I didn’t think it came out as pretty as it usually does due to the hot day, blah blah blah. People ate it, people said it was good. There was about half of it left (there were lots of desserts) so I doled it out and people took some home. One person commented on my Facebook today that it was very good cake and it was excellent breakfast food.

Want to hear the primary reason why I brought the cake to the party? It is going to sound silly, so if you are not in the mood for dumb then you should close out of this page right now.

Still here?

OK, you have been warned.

I thought if I brought the cake to the party I would be able to tell J on Tuesday that I did it. I brought a less than perfect cake to a party where I didn’t know half the people very well, and I didn’t know the other half at all. I thought he would be proud of me. So after subjecting myself to this experience, he sure as hell better say something good to me when I tell him the story on Tuesday.

As for the party and the people. It was great to see the Mississippi people again, and they seemed happy to see me. This was the first time they’ve seen me looking normal – makeup, hair, nice clothes. But you know what, I bet it wouldn’t have mattered how I looked. They are just nice people. Methodists, you know. Any of my readers Methodist?

The spouses were nice too. Dan, a very good looking, friendly, dare I say flirtatious, guy who I got along very well with in Mississippi, brought his wife. She wasn’t so friendly. Maybe she is shy. At one point he asked her to come into the TV room to watch the slideshow I made and she said, “I’m talking, maybe later.” And he made a comment about being blatantly shot down. I felt kind of bad for him. They had taken two cars and she left early. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well.

All in all, very fun. Lots of wine, lots of food. I would love to hang out with these people again.

Update #2 – Son’s Therapist

I had emailed him Thursday morning at 9:30am. He emailed me back at 1:30pm Friday, a very short email saying to call him at the office or on his cell. I called the office, got the voice mail and left a message. Then I called the cell phone and he picked up immediately. He knew it was me and he said, “Hey Harriet, can I call you back in 15 minutes.”

That was the last I heard from him – yesterday at 2pm.

This is typical, totally brings back all of the feelings from the days when we were seeing him weekly. Ugh.