Would you buy a car from this woman?

My DL: I'm not selling any cars and I'm NOT an axe murderess, that I can tell you, but actually this DL picture was a huge improvement to the last one. My previous DL pic had a photo defect (it was too a defect) that made it seem like green slime was trickling out of the side of my mouth. So when I saw this one I heaved a big sigh of relief because even though I have the same look on my face that Lorena Bobbitt had on hers just before she did the famous deed, it's a lot better than the Transylvanian DL I had to show for many years. Oh yeah, and this picture was taken when I still blow-dried my hair in the morning. I haven't done that for years. I stopped caring if people didn't like frizzy hair.

So Kindness, what do you think, you thought your picture was awful? And if you stare at this picture and move around the room, my gaze will actually follow you. Very, very creepy.

Fence-sitting on the BF thing: I have come to realize that I have two types of friends. One category of friends believes that I am being pig-headed and stubborn (I tend to agree more with this type of friend) about the BF issue and that I am going to lose a good man with whom I was compatible for two years just because I am too proud to call him and try to talk things out. My second category of friends advises me that they will all stop talking to me if I call him because if I do I will be very simply allowing him to "punish" me further by being mean and unavailable if I do call him. And further, that if he had any interest in calling me he would have done so.

Oh wait! I forgot to mention that last Friday I saw my ex-boyfriend at Casa Juancho. He came in all casual and shit, my sister and I said hello and we exchanged some cold pleasantries with him and then he proceeded to stand behind me while I sat at the bar for an hour while he drank his drink. It kind of looked like this picture, which I found on Adam's blog:

For clarity's sake, I'm the gray cat sitting at the bar and he's the black & white cat behind me. Yes, we looked at each other like that. When he finished his drink he left and I went outside but he had gone. Then I did the stupidest thing which I had sworn to myself I wouldn't do: I called him. He answered with an acid and annoyed "HELLO?" and I asked him, "I just want to know if you have any interest in talking about this thing." To which he answered, "I already talked to you." So, dejectedly, I thanked him and hung up. There has been nothing from him since. I guess I can assume that he has no interest in our relationship. Right? Please feel free to go to the comments section and cast your vote. Thank you.

Mother's Day: To all you wonderful moms out there, I hope you have a great Mother's Day and that you get some nice, significant gifts, as you well deserve. I hope you get the perfume that you like, or the purse you've been saving for or a yummy and expensive brunch, with Mariachis playing in the background and two or three Mimosas parked right in front of your plate with a nice nap afterwards... You all deserve the very best on this day! My love to all of you.

I would love to stick around and continue talking about important subjects but I have to touch up make-up and nails before I head out to "Content Hour" (we ARE all in our fifties). Toodle-ooo!