It Was Bound to Happen, Sooner or Later…

Well, we all knew it might happen sooner or later, but frankly, I had my fingers crossed for later.  Eventually, the day would come where I actually had nothing to say.  Guess what.  It’s here.  Well, kind of…  I mean, it was here.  It’s just about over.  I’m pretty sure I’ll have tons to say, tomorrow.  But tonight, I’m just blank.

Can you blame me?  After a week of having both my mother and fiancé in town, not to mention the ASD show, and the putting-together and (brilliant) execution of an intimate dinner at Chez Shulman (just Jacob, and my mother, Jan; my father, Barry; and my stepmother, Allyn  – and Sammy, bien sûr) – which in and of itself isn’t so much, except that it was the first time in the seven years I’ve owned my house, that I’d actually sat at my dining room table – not to mention the first time I’d had occasion to use the crystal stemware, semi-formal Limoges china, engraved Lucite napkin holders, hand-painted chargers, and about a dozen vases from what I refer to as the “Jan-Me-Down” Collection.

Meanwhile, in the morning, Jacob and the fam are all leaving on their respective jet planes (actually, the ‘rents are jet-pooling, together.  It’s new.  It’s green.  It’s jet-pooling.  Get into it!), and I’ve got to attend a lunch for the planning committee for the annual luncheon/fashion show benefiting the Make-a-Wish  Foundation of Southern Nevada (PS – dontcha love the idea of a luncheon to plan a luncheon?  I do…).  Long story, longer – I’m beat.

Hey!  I guess I had something to say, after all...  Who knew?