Rainy Sunday

Hello Everyone:

It is a wet Sunday.  Yes, it actually does rain in Los Angeles, in fact it rained on The Oscars last Sunday.  I figured it was the universe's way of getting back at The Academy of Motion Pictures for snubbing it's favorite movies or North Korea was still mad about 'The Interview.'  So, what's a girl to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon?  Skype with her favorite guy and do her nails.  Mom provided me with a good laugh Friday evening.  Mom asigned human characteristics to her phantom stomach menace.  According to dear mama, this mystery ailment is occupying her stomach, dictating her life.  It tells what to eat and when to poop.  It has become quite bossy.  The phantom menace likes to be alone,  any food is automatically seen as an invading force.  I told mom she and the Brit BF should get get together and write comedy, she shuddered at the idea.  I spent part of yesterday afternoon at sis's house having lunch and celebrating The Minon's birthday.  I had a pleasant enough time and the food was sufficient.  One of the guests made a very delicious brownie cake that I paeticularly liked.  Oh and guess what?  The teenage nephew got his Learner's Permit.  Unbelievable.  This the same child that broke his nose playing basketball and his leg skateboarding a year later.  I guess he State of California will give anyone a driver's license.  The BIL gets the honors of taking the boy out for practice.  He's more patient and has a stronger constitution.  Besides, sis won't the las within 100 yards of the car keys.  This should be good.  Can't wait to see what happens when goes for his license.  This should be fun