Today is the Ides of March, which marks the day of the assassination of Julius Caeser. Ever since I was a kid, on March 15, my mom would always say, “Beware the Ides of March.” The day was never really that bad (except on March 15, 1990 – which happened to be the day my mom’s husband went to jail for drunk driving, my brother was in the hospital for his health problems, and my sister collapsed in convulsions from a febrile seizure while at the grocery store with my mom… Meanwhile, on that same day I was totally gypped of my spelling bee crown in what I can only describe as a conspiracy to ensure this icky girl named Yvonne from a nearby school took the prize. B-I-T-C-H).

Today, I am totally trying to fight the bad vibes of the day, and I don’t know how well I’m doing, to be honest. To be straight up blunt: I’m retaining water and have cramps (sorry), Pumpkin slept horribly last night, and The Princess is peeved because none of her buddies can come over to play – no one seems to be home today.

But, in the plus column, the girls and I went to the local grocery store today as they have a Ticketmaster outlet, and I purchased TWO tickets for the Jack Johnson concert in June (As Hubby says, “Who?”). I don’t know yet who I’m taking, but I don’t care. Someone will go. And I can’t wait. Love him. Love him. Love him. While we waited for the ten o’clock sale time, we wandered over to get donuts for the girls and a cappuccino for me. Which was very nice. I thought we were off to a great start.

Hubby is working an eight hour day – it’s mandatory and it’s a “Tax Preparation Party”. I think it’s a big steaming pile of hooey. Who makes people work and then tries to call it a “party”? I think that is a bit of… whatever.

BUT, when he gets home, I’ll get all gussied up, we’ll take the girls to hang with Grandma and Grandpa and then we’re off to a dinner out (Yay! I don’t have to cook!) and a movie (I have pretty much decided on “Juno”). I canNOT wait. Any meal that I don’t have to cook is gourmet as far as I’m concerned.

Working hard to fight the superstitious implications of the day. Wish me luck!

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

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