Nevergirl’s

Today’s shaping up to be a better day. I’m finally off the nebulizer, and I feel better. The hub managed to coax me into eating roast pork with mushroom gravy – a treat he had to go to Ambassador’s for, at 2pm, just so he could tempt me into chowing down more than boiled eggs. It’s funny; while he was describing my favorite dish to the waitress, she interrupted him with, “What your wife usually orders?”

“Yes,” he said, surprised that they know him, his wife, and what we eat.

“That would be roast pork with mushroom gravy,” she said, proceeding to describe how the dish looks.

Wett was flummoxed! Were we really that memorable?

I’m feeling ambivalent about the incident. On the one hand, it’s comforting to know I can trust the waitress’ memory to come to the rescue when Wett’s fails. It’s also heartwarming that they remember us. We only went there 4 or 5 times, and behaved ourselves – no silly questions, no lengthy dinners, no last-minute change of order. But on the other hand, it’s disappointing how predictable I am. When I find a dish I like (which is a feat, I tell ya, because I rarely try new dishes), I order it until I tire of it. Obviously, I’ve been ordering roast pork with mushroom gravy one time too many.

The roast pork is delish. I got to eat it in bed, on the prettiest little breakfast tray complete with flowers, because the hub is very strict about keeping me in bed while I’m sick. I love it because I get to see the prettiest spread ever!

I hope I get better for good. Three days spent sick is such a waste of time. There’s so much I could have done and would have done! So much for my plans to handcarry my present to Kaith, who turned 27 today!

So, I’m in bed running really high fever and coughing like mad. I don’t know where I got this from. I was perfectly okay 24 hours ago. But now, I can’t even get up without feeling wobbly. My arms and legs feel like they’ve turned to noodles. I want to get up and watch the boys playing ping pong downstairs, but the hub won’t let me. I’m to stay in bed til the fever lets up. Gah!

In other idle news, I turned 27 last week. I don’t know how we managed it but while the party was in full swing, Kiss, Kaith, and I sneaked into my room where we discussed makeup and skin. I’d love to start a skin care regimen. While I’ve been lucky so far and haven’t had to worry about pimples or look for an acne solution, I don’t have as dewy a skin as, say, Kaith. Kaith has great skin; she looks like she’s lit up from within. Not me. So anyway, my resolution next month is to come up with a skin care routine I can stick to. Wish me luck! Annnnd wish me well. The only thing that’s worse than being sick is being made to stay in bed, where I can only turn on two things – my lappy and the tv. Ack!

I met Enzo the same day I saw a Persian cat. Kara and I never got to throw a baby shower for Enzo because E had a difficult pregnancy and had to spend most of it resting. But we were there to welcome him the day E brought him home from the hospital.

Enzo is incredibly cute; the Persian cat is unbelievably expensive. I know it’s weird to remember the cat along with the baby, but I found it shocking a cat could cost so much. None of lola’s cats back home cost a thing, and she had way too many of them. I’m sure if E were any less outgoing, she just may turn into that little old lazy who lives in a quaint little house with her Persian cats and spends her day knitting. But because E is E, she most likely will spend her time Facebooking or making fasyon necklaces like the one she gave me on my birthday instead.

I’m sure you’ll never make your way here, E, but just in case you do, thanks for the necklace.

This, folks, was taken during Barbie’s 50th at Philippine Fashion week.

That necklace the model is wearing was designed and made by E. It’s mine to wear now. Thank you, E, for this present.