Me, Myself and I

Hi there, guys and dolls! What did you get up to on your weekend? That exciting, huh? Well, sometimes you just have to slow down a little, don’t you? Well, yours truly certainly does. I know, I know, hard to believe but even fictional characters need a rest. What with all my misadventures and misdeeds, every now and then a girl should sling up the kitten heels and give the other gals a chance. Sometimes being on the prowl can be so tiring….

A girl can get tired of this now and then…

So there I was, Sunday morning, waking up to the birdsongs, bright and cheery on a day off. Well, goodness. What should I do? Well, I took a good long half hour solely devoted to all the chores I could choose to do. You know – laundry, washing the kitchen floor, vacuuming, relining the cupboards, go in for that great deep house spring clean. That’s right, be gung ho!

Um, no. By time I thought it through, I was so bored and exhausted by it, I wanted a nap. Nope. After a quick mental prowl about my place, I realized that I had enough leftovers from some of my swanky midweek dates (chicken cacciatore, beef chop suey, duck a l’orange, baked alaska, chocolate mousse, anyone – I could go on) and I always keep a well-stocked bar (thanks, Biff – wonder how he’s doing…haven’t swiveled on a barstool with him for a while, not since we competed against each other for the local body builder champ – Biff won, by the way….), with plenty to read and keep me entertained, so home I stay…

Golly gee, what to do with my day

Off the hook goes the phone. Let’s see, breakfast – how about that chicken chow mein? That looks promising. A cup of coffee? Sure, or better yet – a mimosa. Sans the orange juice. That’s it! A bubbly day starts with the bubbles, I always say (no, I don’t, I just made that up, but who cares, I’m on my own…)!

And a morning reading the funny papers! Yes, that old Dagwood and Blondie always make me glad to be on my own, and of course, who could not have a chuckle over Li’l Abner and Beetle Bailey, swoon over the dashing Prince Valiant or share the angst of Mary Worth, sigh!

A quick look at Life, Look and Vogue magazines and I’m all caught up with how the world works. And a refresher of “Cherries in the Snow” nail polish and I’m glammed up for the the week.

That leftover Italian chicken and pasta washed down with the last of the straw bottled Chianti made for a perfect lunch, by the way. Even broke out the checkered tablecloth and Mario Lanza record, too.

But of course, this needs doing

And what’s more decadent than a mid-afternoon nap? Why, a mid-afternoon bubble bath, of course. And what did I find to go with that? Why, the leftover box of Valentine’s chocolates (who was that admirer, anyway…) and a copy of “Peyton Place.” One more glass of bubbly and I’m just tickled pink.

Anyhoo, the next thing I knew it was time for the Ed Sullivan on the Sylvania with the duck leftovers on the TV tray.

Well, that day was just wunnerful, as Ed used to say…

Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.

Toodles, Barbara Jean

About Barbara Jean Coast

Barbara Jean Coast is the pen name of authors Andrea Taylor and Heather Shkuratoff. She is currently hard at work telling the cozy tales of the fictional town of Santa Lucia, loosely based on Santa Barbara in the late 50's, early 60's, known as The Poppy Cove Mysteries.
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