You know how you're not supposed to grocery shop when you're hungry?

Well, I watched the entire two-hour MasterChef Jr. finale way BEFORE I even thought about having brekkie. Mind you, the luscious entrée from the winner who called on her Jamaican roots - a jerk-kissed lobster tail - looked so luscious!!!

Then, again, I didn't have a normal night, not when I first woke up at 2:42 (WTF). I struggled back to sleep because it seemed I was constantly fussing with the bedding, drawing layers on - no, too hot, tossing layers off - wait, I'm cold again ... so I was most surprised to have slept all the way to 8:04.

After that, I continued reading my mystery, and finished it. It was ... okay. So I've started the second one. Once again, I'm feeling bereft of first-run TV. Hey, TV execs, did MacGyver already finish for the season? Sigh. I'll have to look up the stats.

Anyway, my butt is hurting, so I'm going to go back to bed to read. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because a pear should be ripe enough so I can gobble it along with sinfully decadent Cambozola cheese - and a bottle of wine, most likely Sauvignon Blanc. I'll just pretend I'm sitting on a sunny patio (ha! so not our long weekend weather). But, for the sake of my delusion, ciao tutti!

I. Am. Such. A. Dork.

Tried to look for a set of papers (I'm pretty sure I kept ... unless I forgot I tossed them when moving, in which case it's a futile search) for the word game I used as an ice-breaker for bus trips by our church social club when I was in charge - only TWO decades ago. Uh-oh.

So, I didn't find the template in the stack of papers on the bookshelf. But I did find something else I've been frantically searching for. What? My collection of Euphoria perfumes! Yay!!!!! ::does happy dance:: Considering that wearing perfume has grown in disfavour as a socially unacceptable personal pollutant, I almost never wear it - even when I'm on my own (though using the shower gel is almost like using it). But I so wanted to wear it on my birthday (a Thursday), and after my birthday celebration (on a Sunday) after brunch. And now I'll be able to indulge as much as I want to.

OTOH, I'm resigning myself to having to recreate or rewrite the word game from scratch. I can only remember one question that always resulted in gales of giggles, hence its usefulness as an ice-breaker between strangers on a bus. I still have a month before the end-of-year party of my large blind group, so I don't have to worry about time. Just thinking up silly questions. Hey, I'm good at that!