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Even Better Than Last Year

Last year I found the perfect Valentine’s Day card for Drew (see February 15, 2011 post)

This year I received the best ever Valentine’s Day gift from my drew:

best gift ever!

Drew and I met the girls in the city and we did some happy hour drinking. First stop was Cafe Mogadar — 2 free appetizers with every drink. I ordered what should have been safe: beets with feta and onions and an order of olives. I ate an olive and felt a little itch. Can’t believe they sprinkled sesame seeds on the olives. (And yes, I did mention my allergies.) I’m pretty sure the olive I put in my mouth didn’t have any seeds on it. I broke out in a sweat, pushed the plate away, and managed to stay alive. Next stop: ten degrees bar where they served 2-for-1 drinks til 8. Nik’s Moscow Mule (Kettle One & Ginger Beer on the rocks … good one.)

Left the girls there to finish off the drinks and have dinner on us and off we went to City Winery to see Richard Thompson  — good food, good music — great place.

The chocolate roach came in the mail a few days later. I sent a picture to Rachel.

me: maybe I should save the roach for a family dessert.

Rachel: Ahhh wait a real choc covered one!? So they killed it!?

Can’t wait to visit my little Max at the Bronx Zoo! Wonder if I have to pay admission?

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Close To You

In just a few hours I will be bringing my computer to the Apple Store. My warranty ends in April and I have a list (not long) of things that need fixing. I’ll probably end up leaving it there — so, therefore, let me just say, “If a picture is worth a thousand words, then how much are two pictures worth?” “Hmm, to answer my own question, I would have to say  . . . two thousand!”

And here’s the best card ever. It’s the first one I touched. Had to look through all of the cards to be absolutely sure. An hour later — I had my answer — It is the perfect card — With Love, from me to my drew . . .


I love just being close to you



With love to me, from my drew

Word count: Way over!!!! (This should cover me through the week.)

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O Squirrel Whisperer, Where Art Thou?

I wanted to write something  lovey, gooey, nice, and sweet for Valentine’s Day. But, no, I can’t seem to think lovey gooey thoughts right now. I heard the squirrel and I was pretty sure it was in the crawlspace under the back room. I called my guy, John, and told him we should put a some peanut butter on a cracker in the trap and put it in the crawl space. He’ll be here before 2:00 pm. (It’s 11:30 am now.)

Are you his mother?

I went down to the laundry room to clear a path to the crawl space and as I was moving things around the squirrel dashed across the upper edge of the house towards the crawl space. I panicked, ran out, shut the door, and left a message for John. “HE’S IN THE HOUSE BUT I THINK HE JUST RAN INTO THE CRAWL SPACE! AHHHHHHHHHH!”

Feeling confident that he was in the crawl space, I opened the door and as I did so, he ran across again, this time away from the crawl space. Now I hear him chipping away and I think, once again, he is in the crawl space. Breaking out in a sweat here. Squirrel in underpants doesn’t sound so cute anymore.

Almost done with my book and thinking of reading “squirrel seeks chipmunk,” by David Sedaris. It’s a signed copy that reads, “Vicki, Your laundry excites my passions!” A holiday gift from Hannah and Rachel. How did he know the squirrel would end up in my laundry room?

No, not sure I can read that just yet. Maybe a murder mystery. Is it 2:00 yet?

Traps are set. Peanut butter on a cracker. I’m staying upstairs for now. Tomorrow I bring my computer in for service.

One last thing — Skyped with Cheryl today. Told her about my squirrel. Her comment was, “Well at least it’s not a rat.” I suppose I should be thankful for that.

Dinner tonight: Jalapeno chicken sausage, broccoli rabe, cauliflower and leeks.

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Squirrel in Underpants

Weekend Post

They’re back . . . and noisy as ever. Now I am pretty sure I have no dead squirrels in my house, at least not today. Left the house Saturday around noon and headed to the city for a massage and family brunch.

A few months ago when Pam and Jan were visiting I met them in the city.  Rachel had stayed home from work because of a pounding wicked headache. Pam was already tired of walking and her feet hurt. Pam and Rachel ended up going for foot reflexology. Jan, Hannah, and I walked to Penn Station to see if Rachel’s  iphone was found.

You’ve heard about Rachel’s lost iphone, yes? The phone call I received at 1:00 in the morning. A slurring Rachel calling from Mooney’s phone, “Mommmeeeee, do you think someone went into my purse and stole my iphone while I was asleep on the LIRR?” My sleepy yet quick response, “No, I think you drank too much and probably let is slip out of your hand.”

The LIRR sent her an email saying they might have it, come identify it. She was home sick with a headache (insert foot reflexology visit with Pam)  so the three of us walked to Penn Station, and waited while they charged the iphone in question. Hours later when it finally charged enough to turn on there was no background picture of yankee stadium and it was not Rachel’s phone. We walked back to the apartment, stopping at a sample sale that Hannah had to go to and, eventually, leaving her there.  Tired, cold, and empty-handed, we walked back to Rachel’s apartment where we found Rachel and Pam happy, warm, and watching the South Park, Jersey Shore episode. The reflexology was great (Pam raved about Lucy . . . “and she said just take your pants off.“)  and Rachel was cured, for the moment.

But that’s not what this day was all about… today was about my Valentine’s Day massage. I  went in and Lucy was ready for me. I said I wanted a foot massage and she led me down the hall to a teeny tiny room. I think she said “Okay, take your pants off.” So I did. And then I think she said, “You want 30 or 60 minutes?” So I’m thinking 30 minutes of foot reflexology should be fine. But she starts massaging my foot and then my leg and I blurt out “60 minutes” and point to my neck and shoulders and eventually rip all my clothes off. But what I later found out (from Hannah) was that I should have asked for reflexology not massage. Now I have to go back I need more foot time.

Take a hammer, take a pencil eraser — work those points. If only Drew had the strength. He always offers to rub my feet but after around 30 seconds his hand slips away and his eyes are half closed and his head starts bob, bob, bobbing around. Oops, getting off track here.

Had a delicious brunch with the girls. I had the best lemon ricotta pancakes with fresh berries. Everyone else had eggs. We were all happy. Rachel forgot to wear her big warm scarf and she was cold. I remember this clearly because she mentioned it at least 20 times. Lucky for us her pimple was almost gone, so no there was no pimple talk at the table.

Stopped in some shops in the East Village where everything is cute, useless, overpriced, and make great gifts. And that is where I found squirrel underpants! I just can’t stop thinking of them. I should have bought 2 pairs for my squirrels.

Can't get you out of my mind

Dreamt of my squirrels in underpants and a large crevice opening in the ceiling of my bedroom (big enough for a squirrel to get through.) I was in a total panic. Who do I call and how quickly will they get here to patch up the ceiling. Glad it was only a dream. But just thinking of it today (Sunday) is getting my eyes all itchy.

Maybe I can get Drew to help me fix up this site today. Maybe we will clean out the office so we can set up the scanner. Looks like a good day to lay around and watch a movie. Maybe check the traps for squirrels.

Dinner last night was Masala Wok. Tonight — undecided.

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