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Interior Design

I spent several nights helping my friend Amy spend her money. Yes, I have lived vicariously through her. She and her husband decided it was time to get new furniture for their house. I got to help decorate the Ivie house. It was so fun picking out furniture and decorating rooms without the pain of spending my own money. Not that I have any, mind you. WE managed to furnish three rooms in her house. Talk about so much fun. We did go to one place that was horrible. It looked like they had picked up all the bulk trash from around post and set it up in their "showroom". We bought nothing there. The salesman was sdhay and the furniture was shitty. Oh, while we shopped for furniture, Clint kept my three children and Amy's youngest. She rewarded him for his hard work with 18 holes of golf. I say that was a damn good trade for Clint.

Saturday, she and I went to a spa where Clint had gotten a gift certificate for me for Valentines Day. I had the worst massage ever. It felt like a friggin' Indian burn the entire damn time. Never having had a massage before, I was pretty damn sure I would never have one again. The manager was very apologetic and gave me a certificate to come back for another one. Apparently that really isn't what it is supposed to feel like.

I spent the rest of the weekend watching movies. I watched "Walk the Line".....Great!!! Loved it. I watched uhm....crap....another Reese Witherspoon movie. It is where she is in an accident and her spirit is floating around....well, anyways....."Just Like Heaven".....cute movie. Let's see, then I watched "Yours, Mine and Ours"....sweet and cute. I then saw "Elizabethtown". It was alright. A bit slow in spots and I love me some Orlando Bloom, but the chickie....I wish it had been someone else. Oh, like the chick from "Pride and Prejudice". Keira Knightly.... I love her. The last movie in my movie weekend was the "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" and let me tell you....I loved it. That is a total sleeper kind of movie. I wish they had used a different actor for Tibby (Amber Tamblyn) and the girl (can't remember her name, Alexis Bledel) that went to Greece. Had a hard time with them, but the movie was so good. I am serious when I say I cried. I cried several times. Not down right boohooing, but tears running down the face. I was shocked to have liked it so much. Thanks to Amy for buying all the movies. I love having a neighbor with such a movie collection. It is great.

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