Sometimes I Wanna Be a Rock Star

As we all know, sometimes it's nice to have a little extra attention. Yesterday I was feeling rather low in the day (before dinner, that is) and thought a nice pick-me-up would be to stop in and see my good friend Debra's family after dinner, since I'd be down in her neck of the woods anyway. Now, I don't want to toot my own horn (OK, maybe I do), but Debra's kids (Nyah, especially) kinda think I'm a rock star. No lie. As Debra put it last night, "To Nyah, you are Duran Duran" (how cute is that?!?) and so whenever I go over there, I'm hugged and kissed and doted upon beyond belief. Who wouldn't love that, right? :) Last night was no exception and we had a fun visit. After the kids went to bed Debra and I stayed up talking (with ice cream, no less - it's a full-service resort over there!) until the wee hours of the night. I'm a bit worse for wear today, but it was worth it. Thanks for the pick-me-up, D & family! :)