You Are My Sweetheart

Probably one of the most fabulous things in the world is Girl's Night Out. Who among us doesn't love the conversation, the food, the drinks? Why, it's right up there with a trip to the spa when you think of relaxation. The only thing that can make GNO kind of a downer is when you feel like one of the other girls looks way better than you. Well, that was definitely the case this time, but you know, I was totally ok with it. I went out for some fabulous Mexican food with this up and coming fashionista.

Pretty Girl and I sipped on our iced water and Barq's root beer and chatted about the events of our days. I caught up on the latest pre-school gossip like who got stickers on their potty chart and who played with whom on the playground. I filled her in on a little bit of pharmacy, but not surprisingly she mostly wanted to ask questions about the painted lizards and Mexican masks on the walls. Oh well, that was more interesting anyway. Pretty Girl sat in my lap and we hugged and snuggled. I would say, "You are my sweetheart" and she would reply, "You are my sweetheart." I sat there with my arms wrapped around her, completely enveloped in total adoration and awash in contentment.

After we spent nearly an hour at the restaurant (quite a feat for Blue Coast Burrito), we drove around some wooded areas near Lipstick Manor. Some of these lots could be the site of my dream home. It's not built yet and it's at least ten years away per Mr. Lipstick, but it is fun to look, plan, dream. I find that oddly relaxing. Pretty Girl seemed happy in the backseat as long as I didn't interrupt her singing along with Kings of Leon. That's right, no kid music in the Lipstick-mobile. I think it is imperative that kids learn good rock music early in life. She likes The White Album too...just so long as I don't sing along.

Looking at those wooded lots reminded me of something else I enjoy...looking at abandoned mansions. I have posted about this before and I have two new favorite links. The subject matter is independently riveting, but the extra sprinkle on top is the excellent photography. It's good, y'all. Enjoy.
Russia's Abandoned Mansions
and
Abandoned Mansions - a set on Flickr

And finally, would you like to see some un-riveting, low-quality photographs? Well, of course, who wouldn't want such a thing? I am subjecting you to this nonsense because I love LOVE these green J.Crew cords that I wore for St. Patrick's Day. Now how's that for trivial.

I was trying to be all cool and junk standing in the three-way mirror. It is less cool and more junk, but whatever.

Here is a close-up of my belt. It is mostly preppy. (wink, wink)

Tomorrow marks the end of JBB's Spring Break and his return from Mommy and Daddy Lipstick's House of Endless Entertainment. Mommy Lipstick sends emails to me detailing the extent of the chaos and fun. I really, really miss Spring Break, don't y'all?