Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

Hi

Hi....it's me.....Annie Grace.......

Here we have an "event" or "function" as these wine drinking vixens like to call their excuse to go out and drink wine. I am not making this stuff up! This is a night at the theater to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at a fabulous theater, by the sea, and they choose the closest establishment to the theater that just happens to have 2 for 1 dinners. I am suspect that the bar bill exceeded the food portion. At least here they look relatively tame and with a time deadline of opening curtain I suspect there will be no pole dancing tonight. I should add that this is just one more night I sit up and wait for her Highness to arrive home. By myself. Alone. Without company. Solo.

I have asked exactly where this fits into our budget and am told it falls under Education/Grocery (food was involved) just as I am told her pedicure for this Event" falls under Medical /Mental Health. Next I should focus your attention on our Hurricane Kit, or lack of I should say. We have had yet two close calls and I am yet to see proof of my safety.

Here is Hurricane Bill which turned out to be a complete let down but to my benefit as I have no hurricane preparedness here. She is off getting photos of the storm instead of protecting our domicile all while I am suspect there is no "kit". I will be forced to feast on dead skunk remnants in the road. I might also add this is the same weekend that she is riveted on Ted Kennedy's funeral sobbing that Camelot is over. I have no idea what she is talking about nor the patience to listen to another fairytale. Wake up Dorothy! Your not in Kansas anymore.