It's a Birdie Kind of Day

Around here we have two kind of days . . . Gilmore days and Birdie days.


Anyone who's ever seen Gilmore Girls can figure out what a Gilmore Day is . . . it might be weird, it might even be crazy, but it's always fun. Even if we're handed lemons, somehow we make lemonade . . . usually with a lot of laughs and a little vodka.


Birdie Days are a whole different story. They're the days when I feel like Sandra Bullock's character from Hope Floats (before she gets to start sleeping with Harry Connick, Jr.). A must see for any divorced woman (if for no other reason than to give us hope that our second husbands might actually look like Harry Connick, Jr.). For anyone who hasn't seen the movie, Birdie was the homecoming queen who married the football star and went on to be his trophy wife. He dumps her on television to be with her best friend. She packs up her young daughter and moves back to her hometown with her tail between her legs to live with her crazy mother and figure out what the hell she's supposed to do with the rest of her life. Mostly she just looks around like "How the &%$# did this get to be my life?!?!?!" At one point, she just looks at her mother and says, "Mama, I used to be somebody."


Most days around here are Gilmore Days, but not today . . . today is a Birdie Day all the way.