Well, we’ve had some crappy weather in the McCormick house this week . . . Christie and Mary are visiting and it’s been a whole lot of frustrating to try and keep ourselves entertained. I feel terrible because this is Mary’s third trip to Texas and she still hasn’t seen much more than Galveston. We should be showing her a rip roaring good time and all we can say is “Who’ s for McDonald’s for dinner?” But things should perk up tomorrow because it’s PayDay. Yummy.
I had my painting class yesterday, and apparently I must be doing pretty badly because one lady (of course she’s the class nut job so I don’t know how upset I should be) comes up to me and looks and my painting and says “Jinny, maybe you should just go home and pray about it.” Arrghhh! What is that? Where is her internal sensor? Of course moments later this man in our class was singing (incredibly well I might add) “Singin’ in the Rain” and this woman says “Do you know what I’ve been singing in my head? (to the tune of I Wear my Sunglasses) I wear my earmuffs in class so I can so I can block out Doug’s singing”. How awful is that?