Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Um, No thanks.

Well, no new job. The man was nice about it.

But I'm having dinner and wine with girlfriends tomorrow night. I'm in my own house. My girls are breathing softly in their beds. We're all well.

And there are Oreos. And milk. Both cold.

4 comments:

Susan Miller said...

I like to call these moments tagging base. It is these times when we can gain our wits before we get back out there and play hide and seek again.

Have fun at girls' night!

maleah said...

Well, I'll admit I cried, had some wine, and moped around the house. Then Mr. Blonde Curls called and made me laugh. First he didn't believe I did't get the job, then he said he would have hired me on looks alone. Glad we're still friends. But now I know I won't hear from him for days.

Oh, hell, yeah I'll have fun with the girls. And I'm going shopping, too.

Thanks, Susan. I always like to see what you have to say. It's nice to know someone gets it.

realbigwings said...

I hope you have a wonderful time, Maleah. Sop up the good stuff, & slurp up cookie milk.

I bet the stars will look beautiful tonight. And you're in your own life.

;)

maleah said...

Hey, Dawn. A thunderstorm rolled in. Even better. I love that roiling thunder and the splashy lightning. Show offs. Maybe the electricity will go out and I will have to light some candles. I'm full of girl chat and wine and Italian food from my night out and I could just sit here and reflect while my girls sleep and have their own dreams. Yeah, my own life. I like that.