Now that I have your attention.
One of my most favorite people in the whole wide world (you know who you are, Irene) says that phrase all the time. She says it spastically and for different reasons. WG says it, because it's the name of some college football player (USC?), and I say it, because I like the way it rolls of my tongue.
How can you say those words and NOT smile? Seriously.
Anywho, I'm a bit giddy. Maybe spastic is a better word.
This evening, I am having a party.
The first party since December, and I've been aching to entertain every since.
And did I mention WG's birthday is on Tuesday?
The perfect excuse, right?
So, the apartment is clean. I've bought too many chips, a lot of beer (but it's the good stuff...in bottles), some quality wine (according to wine.com), made dip, made a birthday cake (with a recipe I got from WG's mother), set out the ingredients for WG to make his queso and will pick up pizza on the way home from work.
I'm giddy and spastic and ready for fun.
I wonder if I have time to learn how to play poker?