My goodness, it’s been almost a month since I’ve blogged here. How very unlike me. I suppose one could surmise this means my life has been all peaches and cream in the meantime. One would be quite wrong, though.

In other words: my mother came for a visit. Since this was her first time visiting us in this house — although we’ve lived here for 5 years now — her arrival involved a near state of panic as I looked around and realized that all the things I’ve been bitching about (the cracked kitchen floor tile, the stained carpets, the nasty little hand prints all over the walls) were, indeed, worth bitching about.

It also meant that since my previous 5 years of bitching had accomplished nothing, I actually had to do something about these problems myself. Which I did for, oh, about a day or so. Then I realized that since my mother is IMPOSSIBLE to please it made no sense trying to please her.

So, I occupied myself by playing Wii and outlining my novel instead. Turns out, I suck at playing Wii… but the novel is coming along nicely.

Meanwhile, my mother has come and gone which means today was my first real chance to unwind. As is my wont, I decided to do that with a cocktail or three. And THAT precipitated the following conversation with my dear husband the instant he got home from work:

ME (greeting him at the door with vodka bottle and cocktail shaker in hand): “Honey, can you make me a martini, please?”

HIM: “A martini? You know, I like you SO much better on wine.”

ME: “Wine, you say? Isn’t that funny, because I like YOU so much better when I’m on martinis.”

The end result: it’s a good martini. So good, in fact, that it tastes like another.