THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS

Lazy Sunday mornings. I love ‘em. I’ve told you several times about how I’m exercising, watching what I eat and trying to lose weight to look fabulous at my upcoming class reunion because I want to be the healthiest SMB I can be. I lost 3 lbs this week. Yay! To celebrate, I had a bagel. That might not sound like much of a celebration to you not to mention it’s a great way to gain back the lost lbs but for me, it’s a little slice of heaven with a schmear. It’s not just the bagel and the cream cheese but the process that gives me such a sense of happiness and contentment. It goes something like this.

I awaken to a sunny day with the man I love still snoring like a freight train at my side. I am immediately conscious of the fact that our nest is no longer empty as Daughter #2 is home from college for the summer. I remember that D2 mentioned there are no good bagel places in her college town. My Harley Stud opens his eyes and I say, “ Maybe I should ride the Harley into town for bagels.” He smiles. This of course is my subtle way of suggesting that he should ride into town for bagels as I don’t really ride the Harley.

Before long MHS is distracted by a technical difficulty with the television in the bedroom and I realize that my subtle suggestion might have been too subtle. If I want bagels, I’m going to have to go get them myself as he is now swearing like a drunken sailor at the satellite receiver totally consumed with the task at hand.

I rise, stretch and go through the necessities which include making a pot of Sunday coffee aka Paula Deen’s Savannah Seduction. With thermos in hand, I grab my sunglasses, visor and hairclip and I’m out the door. I put the top down on my convertible (my version of a Harley) and tune into a favorite CD. Along the way, I pass joggers, horseback riders, bikers and dog walkers. I am aware that I’m a lucky girl just to experience this glorious day.

I sing as I go and this makes me really happy. Passersby………..not so much. I am blasting the Eagles, Lynard Skynard and the Dixie Chicks.

I arrive at my destination and dance and twirl my way into the bagel shop (OK, that’s a lie but the thought did cross my mind) and am once again pleased as punch to find that they still observe the old-fashioned baker’s dozen rule. I am only slightly annoyed when the young girl behind the counter feels it necessary to explain to me that two 1/2 lbs of cream cheese are really 1 lb.

Was it the blonde hair or that new wrinkle in my brow that makes me look like a confused boxer that made her feel like she had to explain?

I arrived home to find all the electronics in working order, world peace restored and the smiling faces of my family (minus my darling Daughter #1 who is partying in Charlotte.)God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world. (today)

Amen.

***Note***

I “borrowed” the pictures in this post from the internet. The bagel picture at the top is from Ess-a-Bagel in Manhattan. I’ve been to Ess-a-Bagel and here’s a little Smart Mouth tip should you be fortunate enough to go there.

Don’t ask for your bagel to be toasted. After they look at you like you have two heads, they will (rather rudely) inform you that their bagels are warm and fresh from the oven and do not require toasting. Oh and it is my considered opinion that bagels just taste better when served by a surly New Yorker behind the counter. Our local Brooklyn-based bagel shop recently changed hands. The new people lack the “tude” and it completely changes the experience. But I still can’t resist an everything bagel toasted with a schmear of cream cheese. *sigh*