Actually the truth is canceled me today, sort of. The thing is I called her to ask if I she found my Attila Fidelity Card from the last time I was there and she was like really busy, way to busy to even take my call. (and that’s probably because she was getting her forehead tattooed or her eyelids pierced) When her secretary got back on the phone she told me that Attila had to cancel me, and ‘good thing I called.’
Being the mature person I am, I calmly put down the phone and start to yell ‘YES!, YESS!! YESSS!!!’ pulling my arm in towards me, fist closed in a typical NFL touchdown slash victory movement, the woman who works for me not even batting an eye as she pushes the vacuum cleaner right past me.
This little cancellation makes me in such a good mood, I decide to treat myself to a little blog time. As I sit down I get a call from my husband who asks me if I could run a few errands. I jump on my bike and whiz through the Milanese traffic thinking about all the things I have to write about and possible titles.
Wednesday losing my cool at school: why even the best elementary schools fall prey to doing a total overkill on end of the year show’s by turning them into agonizing saga’s with more rehearsals than at La Scala.
Thursday night out to a very Milanese party: why wearing dresses you bought 10 years ago is not called vintage, it’s just old.
Friday, sports day for same 6-year-old: at a place that takes so long to get to my 3-year-old throws up in-car: Why even the best schools fall prey to over enthusiastic sports day destinations. Friday night – South of France : I host 2 lunches, and 1 dinner in 24 hours: How over enthusiasm can spread.
The errands my husband sends me on takes me exactly 3 hours, (peanuts) by the time I sit down at my computer I write..No Attila this Monday I’m done,… and that’s as good as it gets..