Day 69: Picking Pendants

Technically, I picked these yesterday, and honestly, all I said was, “yes!” I swear, Annmarie knows my tastes better than I. Aren’t the pendants beautiful? Point’n'click on the photo!

It’s official: Thanks to Mark L., AE, I now know how to make these photos pop! It only took me 30 seconds this time: Fifteen seconds to read Mark’s instructions and fifteen to do exactly what he said. Now, to change the previous uploads so you can see the beautiful work he and his firm does (do? Did? Are doing? all of it!). It needs to be shared.

Hair Day: Bad. And I deserved it.

Friends who sent me photos of their lunches today: Zero. Down from ONE yesterday, and you know who you are. Lamb shank with creamy polenta is not nice to do to me when I’m eating salad with extra chick peas and a handful of Kashi. Not because I want to, because I have to.

Irritation with Ellen DeGeneres: Major. A contract is a contract. I can’t even get a rescue Basset Hound because I don’t have a fenced-in yard, so I should have someone who does have a fence get one and pass it on to me? Apologize, and move on.

Irritation with Oprah: Major. I guess blowing out your thyroid is like blowing a tire or something? I think of the women I know who are truly overworked, overstressed, overtired, and maybe that old saw is true: they’re too busy to have a blown thyroid.

Adorable friend of the Week: Ms. Annette B has scored some Benefit pineapple face polish, on eBay. It was discontinued this year and she was distraught. Her mood lifted when she won them, possibly the last tubes in the world. One is flying in from Austrialia and the other from Great Britain. Believe me, if you saw her skin you’d want some, too.

As I was watching “Life” last night (and wishing for a song as catchy as “Here We Kum,” though “Everybody Gotta Learn Sometime” was a good one), I remembered that, according to some geneticists, redheads will no longer exist within fifty years. To think of no more natural Detective Charlie Crews’ makes me cherish our hour together all the more.

Please don’t tell Hugh Laurie; I’m not ready to break up with him just yet.