Birthday loot
For my birthday a few weeks ago, I got a few excellent presents. My hubby got me this awesome watch from Sundance. Please note-I don’t wear a watch. I like time to mold itself around me, not the other way around. But my gift is lovely.
Then, my inlaws presented me with this huge box, cleverly covered with pages from Vogue magazine and the most recent Nordstrom catalog. I really just enjoyed looking at it. Bet it was fun to wrap, too.
The fashion-billboard-box contained 1 zero gravity lounger. Â For those of you not familiar with this Cadillac of lounging equipment, I urge you to try one on, like right now. Â You will never get up again.
My husband, who is a professional lounger-and that is another post altogether-he already has one of these slices of heaven. Â And, the sweet, caring husband that he is, he wanted me to have one too. Â I’m pretty sure I’m going to combine the two gifts, so, as I am lounging away my Saturday afternoon, I can glance at my watch and say, “Honey, it’s time for another gin & tonic.” Â And, like that! a fresh cocktail will appear.
The only flaw to this plan is the wooden whistle my son is holding in this picture. Â It’s one of those whistles that makes the sound of a train when you blow in it. While I’m lounging, I’m pretty sure my son will be galloping around me, whistling and shouting “All aboard!” I’ll have to be careful he doesn’t bump into my drink.
