Because it really is personal…

And it is, at that. It’s raining, a soft melodic drizzle pinging on the grill right outside my open office window. There’s a breeze, too, one that is coaxing me to wear long sleeves.

Since it’s Friday, and I spent yesterday seeing how far I could stretch a $50 rebate check (a pr of shoes, 2 bottles of lotion from Bath and Body Works, lunch at Applebees), I’m taking today to watch movies. Oh! Another thing on shopping, apparently no one over a size 12 is allowed to wear a bathrobe in this town.

My movies- something with Helen Mirren, The Thin Man (you know, Myrna Loy is the brains while whats-his-name is the style), I love murder mysteries form the 1930’s, the clothes, the way everyone walks around with a martini in their hand, the sexual innuendo that’s razor sharp. That kind of style is lacking in movies these days. Sexual innuendo today means seeing 2 people pumping at each other but you don’t quite see their butts.

So there it is. Friday is laid out and ready to roll.