Too Many CAPS!

I have said it before and I will say it again- freshly mopped wood floors are like clean sheets for your feet. Ah. 
So nice to take such pleasure in the small, good things.

Okay. Do you realize that for the first time in 2013 so far, I do not have a person dying or a person who has just died or a wedding coming up? OR, an overtly painful body part?

Can you believe that? It's been a long five months and l am grateful to have come through to this moment in time and oh my god, I wouldn't have traded anything for Jessie's wedding but we must face facts- I was a teensy bit stressed.
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And so forth.
So it is no wonder that I feel suddenly and at last, calmer and more serene. Now I can go back to my normal anxieties about such things as medical appointments and making phone calls. Do you realize that to make medical appointments you have to make phone calls?
It's a rough life for some of us, I tell you.

I had lunch with the famous filmmaker, FC Rabbath today. I, of course, am allowed to call him Freddy. To be honest, everyone calls him Freddy. Anyway, I hadn't heard from Old Fred in quite awhile as he has been making commercials and traveling all over the world so he's been out of pocket. He brought his beautiful girlfriend, Vanessa and we had a lovely lunch where we talked for about two hours and he asked me questions like, "Have you changed any of your opinions since we last talked?" which is hysterical. I think that he holds hope in his heart that one day I will accept his Catholic God although I suspect that's a pretty thin hope and in fact, I think he likes me mostly because I'm so irreverent. We also talked about movies and my ape-alien theory and how Jim Carrey onscreen makes me feel quite literally nauseous. Freddy asked what I would do if Bill Murray was in a movie with Jim Carrey. I said I probably would not go to see it and that I would lose all respect for Bill Murray. Let us pray that never happens. It's always fun to talk to Freddy. While we were eating a beauty queen entered the restaurant. How did we know she is a beauty queen? BECAUSE SHE WAS WEARING A CROWN AND A SASH!

Freddy surreptitiously took this picture for me:

Her sash, which you cannot read in this picture, says that she is the Thomasville Rose Queen. I imagine she may have possibly been doing some sort of photo-thing across the road from where we were at Maclay Gardens which I feel certain has quite a few roses in bloom. But that, like the ape-alien thing, is just a theory. We couldn't figure out why exactly she would wear her crown and sash into a Panera Bread place but she did. So I don't feel too bad about posting her picture here without her permission. Okay, I feel a little bit bad but not too bad. Obviously the girl is not afraid of attention. 

I tried to get Freddy and Vanessa to pose for a picture but Freddy's hair, he claimed, was either too short or too long. I forget. We all agreed that he's still sexy though. Mostly Freddy claimed that. He's a hoot and I was mighty glad to see him.

After lunch I went to the grocery store and came home and did the mopping and cleaned out the chicken poop in the roosts and I've been listening to Neil Gaiman read his The Graveyard Book on CD as I work and that makes it all a joy. Mr. Gaiman is one of the finest author-narrators I've ever come across and that's a fact. I am grateful to Hank for turning me on to Mr. Gaiman and if you've never read any of his books you might want to give them a try. They are fanciful and quite delightful. 

Okay. Here's another picture which I am not completely comfortable posting because Gibson is a tiny bit exposed in it but gosh darn it! it's just too cute and precious not to post. 

Is that not the sweetest thing you've ever seen in your life? Or at least, today?

(Sorry Lily if you are unhappy about this. If you are, let me know, and I will take the picture down. Of course that would RUIN MY WHOLE POST but for you, I will do anything.) 

It's been two days since I've seen those boys and I'm afraid I miss them quite a bit. God. I am SUCH a grandmother. It's ridiculous.

Mr. Moon is on his way home, the house smells of good soup and baking bread. Some of the floors are clean and it has been a very good day. I can hardly imagine being in a better mood. I suppose it's possible but Bill Murray isn't coming over for dinner and neither is BB King or Keith Richards so I will take the mood I'm in and revel in it and besides, my husband IS coming for dinner and so there you go. The chickens will have poop-free hay to rest their pretty little butts on tonight and good Lord! I think I just say two cardinals mate in the yard!

Doesn't get much better than THAT! At least not in Lloyd. WAIT! Elvis just fucked one of the hens! But of course he always gets a little before he goes to bed so that's not really a big thing. NO PUN INTENDED, ELVIS! I'm sure for a rooster he's probably extremely well-endowed although I've never actually seen what he's working with. 

And on that note, I believe I will end this.

Have a pleasant evening, y'all.

Love...Ms. Moon