Donna Fielder: Pleasure, pain part of nail spa
The chair clutched my derriere firmly and then let go as a hammer worked its way up and down my spine.
The chair clutched my derriere firmly and then let go as a hammer worked its way up and down my spine.
Considering that on Monday I backed into a new Lexus and on Tuesday Kiefer took a whiz on my office surge protector, it wasn’t such a bad week, I guess.
The judge looked sternly over his bench at the woman standing before him.
I heard from my friend Pam Rainey this week. She had a story to share. It has always been my theory that us girls can get through anything if we stick together.
It’s the ultimate prize egg, though I’m not sure that the Easter Bunny has the muscles to lug it to a good hiding place. It’s going to show up way too much for sport in all the usual spots, nestled among the tulips or perched in the elbow of a tree branch.
It’s about the circumference of a stop sign but much redder and shiny to boot. A family of four could live comfortably inside with room in a zip compartment for a pet and even a renter or two. It’s my new sexy, fashionable big bag, and I love it.
I had no idea how many of my friends were awake at 3 o’clock in the morning. But today when I was roused by the wet kisses of a dog who thought it was cookie time and I couldn’t go back to sleep, I found myself on Facebook.
“Yikes!” Christi yelped and coughed and thumped herself on the chest with her fist. “I think you might have too much alcohol in The Recipe!” My daughter, her friend April and my friend Cheryl were helping me get ready for the book-signing party at my house last Saturday.
“You threw away all my food!” The kitchen cupboard fairly sparkled in its cleanliness. And its emptiness. “Why did you throw away all my food?” I asked my daughter as she proudly stood aside for my inspection.
And so the Pekingese took best of show at the Westminster Kennel Club dog show on Valentine’s Day. That brought howls from some of my friends, who thought the German shepherd was the obvious choice.
Maybe it was the high altitude. We had only a glass or two of autumn wine for lunch, so alcohol wasn't the problem. Could have been the dark-chicken-parts main dish, I guess, the something-yucky-in-aspic or the cherry brandy in the cake. Donna Fielder
EDITOR’S NOTE: Donna Fielder is on vacation this week and will have numerous photos to show you next week should you make the mistake of showing up in her office. This column is a reader favorite from December 2004. Donna Fielder