Random notions

No lengthy blogging today, folks. Just brief observations/thoughts/ponderings.

I went to lunch with my husband today. We ate at a local Vietnamese restaurant that gets you in and out before you have time to get stuck to the vinyl seats. The food rocks. We paid and got our fortune cookies; mine was: You will be unusually successful in an entertainment career. Now, something you may or may not know about me: I have a theatre degree and went to Hollywood in the wee '90s to make it big. Only I never tried. Well, twice. I auditioned two times — got a callback for the one and walked out of the other. I had a great time in L.A. but just didn't put myself out there for the rejection, which is a huge part of acting. And now I'm living in Kansas and working as a writer/editor (and loving it) and am a wife and a mother of two fabulous girly-girls. So I tell my husband that we should pack up and move back to L.A. Fortune cookies are never wrong, correct? Yeah. So we both got a pretty good laugh out of that.

Next tidbit. We're going to get our wills done. Finally. So we better not get hit by the city bus before it's all legal. It's such a depressing thing to do, but we need to get our affairs settled. Two girly-girls need to be looked after, after all. And it'll prove, without a doubt, that we actually are grown-ups. Yikes. Scary-scary.

We're also in the process of fixing up our "master" bathroom. The thing is, there's nothing "master" about it. We're normal-sized folk, and the two of us in there at once taxes the space. But with what we've done to it, at least our view is updated. We didn't want to go the expense of a true renovation, so we've just done cosmetic stuff: new paint, new hardware, medicine cabinet for added storage, new floor (floor installed maybe next week???). The footprint's the same, but the ambiance is much improved. If I can get my act together, I'll post a pic or two when it's done. Of course, I completely forgot to take a "before" photo. Pthth.

What about Easter? Well, it's all about the kids now. Our oldest is 2 1/2 years old and thinks the huge bunny is interesting to look at — from afar. Very afar. But she got into the egg-hunting thing. Our youngest is on the verge of walking, so we had to help her a bit more. And she wasn't that excited by the eggs. But she didn't let the over-6-foot rabbit out of her sight. Fascinated. I tell you this: I NEVER thought girly-girls would be this much fun.

OK, that's enough for now. Especially since I'm probably the only one to read this crud. Ha!

Happy trails!