Took Scamp to a new groomer last week. The gal I’ve been using went on maternity leave, and her assistant just wasn’t sticking with the program. Last time, holy cow, he come home with his worst cut yet. Why I was almost embarrassed to be seen with him. In fact, it was so bad even my husband Charlie noticed. I could tell Scamp was kind of weirded out by it, too. Though Charlie says it’s ‘cause every time I saw Scamp I’d say something like, “Oh my, God! You don’t even look like my little Scamp anymore! No, you don’t!

Geez Louise, the weather has been amazing up here in Mahoosuc Mills! Sure, we had that snowstorm, what, a couple of weeks back. Snowed just enough to remind us what season this really is. Then, poof! It all melted away, just like that! Can’t ever remember having a winter like this. And after last year, with all them blizzards and power outages, it’s some relief, let me tell you!

So Thursday, it’s girls night out, and me and the Women Who Run With the Moose (Celeste, Rita, Betty, Dot and Shirley) are having some “refreshments” down to the Brew Ha Ha. You know, “re-hydrating” after Zumba class!

We’re talking about what we’re going to do to celebrate Celeste’s birthday. Her kids and husband are having a special dinner for her, but we’re workin’ on who of us is going to order and pick up her birthday cake.

Are you familiar with More, the magazine “for Women of Style and Substance?” (That’s what it says on the cover.) I know that’s just code for “gals forty and above,” but you gotta admit, it’s kind of a snappy way of putting it. More’s a decent enough magazine. Lot’s of useful tips on looking your best at any age, getting rid of belly fat, reinventing yourself, alternatives to sweat pants. You know, the usual.