Red, red wine, you make me feel so fine...

Happy Sunday! Want to know why it's happy? Oh, sure you do. Let me tell you about it...and the rest of my weekend.

1. Today is the day that some strange man who found me on Craig's List comes to my house to buy the treadmill! Yay! (Quick backstory: I thought I would use a treadmill every single day if I bought one. So I did, from my co-worker. I didn't tell Brian. He got mad, because I don't use it and because it weighs more than our house and he had to move it. So he made me put it on Craig's List. I'm getting rid of the damn thing, but I'm also upping the price - if I can't keep it, I should at least make a profit on it.)

2. My weekend has been all kinds of full of Anne P. Friday night - deliciously fun. Saturday afternoon - surprise phone call with invitation to spaghetti dinner. Saturday night - more delicious fun in a stunningly beautiful house. I might have to stalk that family, if only for their back porch. Brian wouldn't miss me if I moved there, I don't think. I should move there.

3. I poisoned Heather. It wasn't on purpose, because I like Heather very much. But one minute she's all happy and drinky, and the next minute she's all sick and green. The only thing that happened in between the two was a meal I made for her. Who knew I had the power to inflict illness? She says it wasn't the food, but I wonder...

4. This weekend in April is always one of my favorites. It's Cotillion (which I'm not invited to but still enjoy because I get to pick out fun clothes for my mamacita) and the Masters. Azaleas, warm weather, green everywhere you look, happy drunk people wandering around Smithfield. What's not to love? It's a reminder that spring has sprung. Oh, and go Immelman! You be sure and beat the pants off that Tiger Woods - he has too many green jackets for one man's closet already.

5. I am covered, and I mean covered, in ant bites. Friday night while we were sitting on the patio, I apparently stepped in a giant ant hill and stayed there. And with all the red wine coursing through my veins, I didn't feel the bites until yesterday morning. The itching is akin to poison ivy and I can't find a thing to alleviate it. (And don't email me to tell me to take Benadryl. Nothing has touched these babies.) My feet and ankles look like I have a terrible case of chicken pox, and it's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to scratch. And scratch. And scratch.

Must go scratch now. And prepare the treadmill for it's final destination. Here's to you, the end of my favorite weekend in April; stay sunny, warm and lovely.