After running smack into this exquisite leather and fur jacket while in Dillards yesterday, I knew this dream item would be the perfect addition to my Christmas 2017 wish list. And why is this particular jacket so "dreamy" to me? Because I ran across a similar jacket in St. Pancras railway station while touring Europe with my folks a few years ago. We were loading on and off trains through the Chunnel and took advantage of the layover time to do a little bit of souvenir shopping when this expensive gem caught my eye. But unfortunately, I squashed my urge to buy the jacket back then and bought a toy double-decker bus for my son instead. So after giving up my dream of owning that leather and fur piece of fabulousness so long ago, it only seems right that I should dream that dream all over again.
If only Santa will agree with me on this.
Besides that delicious hot breakfast I typically enjoy each Saturday, visiting my ever-talented stylist is yet another enticing reason to drag myself out of bed early on a weekend morning. And Talented Diva Stylist did not disappoint, as usual. So not only did I leave a hefty tip, but I also referred a potential client to her - the Hickory Farms sales clerk whom I encountered while shopping for cheese & summer sausage after my salon appointment. (Because after the Hickory Farms clerk complimented my 'do and asked who styled my hair, she confessed to a potential breakup with her current stylist. Coincidence??? Thinking I just paid it forward there.)
Let's just say I got all cocky yesterday by thinking I could pull off a macOS High Sierra upgrade within minutes of leaving my office for the night, a decision that left me with the title of this blog post. Yes, upon restarting my MacBook Pro after the failed upgrade, there it was:
A Big Fat Flashing Question Mark
So I got schooled today on how to recover from a botched last-minute-upgrade attempt and must share these words of wisdom to save you from the pain I experienced:
You are welcome.
Celebrating Friday Happy Hour with this bubbly Moscato sweetness, a gift received from a fellow tennis team comrade who must have known I would appreciate it after a stressful week of team reorganizing, long distance parenting, doctor appointmenting (well-checks), and empty nest maintenance/housecleaning. Feeling grateful for moments such as these.
FINALLY made it to see my alma mater's basketball team hit the court after several years of forfeiting such chances to the guys in my homestead. Yeah, it was only an exhibition match, but it was a CREIGHTON UNIVERSITY BLUEJAY game, one I haven't witnessed in real life since, well, forever ago. Plus there was wine, which was the-icing-on-the-cake that I just could not pass up. Cabernet Sauvignon in the form of an $8 mini-Sutter Home bottle never tasted so luxurious than right there in the Centurylink Center while watching the Jays dominate, an experience I must repeat for verification purposes.
I am Brenda Swenson and sometimes I blog.