Hooray for Grandma and Grandpa

I love my daughter. I really, and truly love her more than anything else in the universe. She is my sun, my moon, my stars, and I would stand in front of a speeding train for this child, but if my parents didn't take her for a sleepover this evening, I would have gouged out my own eye with cutlery.

I started the evening with a hot bath, pouring in every powdery, bubbly, cristally bathtub additive that I never get to use (but still buy, optimistically) because I don't get time in the bathroom without a little person standing outside the shower curtain, crying.

I opened up my new copy of the Vegetarian Times magazine that I bought while waiting on line at the Boca Whole Foods yesterday, and out pops a photo of the Editor-in-Chief -- my old buddy, Mary Margaret. What?! She looks fantastic.

(She probably doesn't smell as good as I do, though, since I've got about $70 of tub product infused in this water.)

Since the Fort Lauderdale International Film Festival is currently going on, I decided to go see a movie after my bath. Gray Matters looked like a good choice for the evening, and I'd never been to the Parker Playhouse, so I threw on some eyeliner and off I went. I was sort of tempted to get McDonald's and go to the drive-in in my pajamas, but I've been complaining about the lack of culture in Fort Lauderdale lately, so I forced myself into the car.

Wow, I'm glad I talked myself out of that bathrobe... people were dressed, there was a bar, and the director was there for the premiere. The playhouse was gorgeous, and I got a book of all the films for the festival, and there are a few more that I'd like to see. My hair smelled delicious. I loved the movie. When I left, I felt like myself again. Someone who left the house, whose hair smelled nice.

I fall in love with me a little bit more every day.