This photo is a little dark, because I just couldn’t bring myself to use the flash in the bar at the Four Seasons Hotel. Yep, just when my waistband whimpered for mercy, today I put on my dressiest muumuu and went downtown with Bill to have brunch with friends, and to toast Frances on her birthday, which was on Thursday. She called it her “Thanksbirthday,” which is way better than what I almost called it. “Birthgiving” didn’t sound like something that should happen during brunch at the Four Seasons, so I clamped my mouth shut.
Did I say I clamped my mouth shut? That was only a figure of speech. Or a lie. Because we all enjoyed a lovely and civilized four-course bruncheon, and then we pretty much went around the table and declared which diet each of us would be starting tomorrow.
I know I declared Weight Watchers, but I secretly love the 1980s way of slimming down. No, not the coffee and grapefruit diet.
High heels and shoulder pads.
ginnygram 
Well put, as always, Ms. Ginny. I didn’t know about the high heels and shoulder pad trick. Count me in:)
Bob was just bemoaning the fact that we don’t have any bloody mix in the house, which made me sad as well…do they have go-cups at the Four Seasons?