Exhibition(ist)

On Saturday, if I can get off work in time, I hope to be attending a cocktail reception and private viewing of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art's King Tut exhibit, and I am quite excited, because 1) I think the exhibit will be fascinating, and I've been longing to see it since I heard it was coming here; 2) I will be going with my father, and it is not often we get to do things like this together; and 3) I get to dress up and look pretty.

Tonight I modeled a little black dress and black strappy sandals for my lovely friend Andi, and I have her full approval on my attire, which is a relief because my sense of style is somewhat on a par with my desire to go bunjy jumping...neither one makes much of a blip on the radar screen of the frogg's personality, I'm afraid.

(Andi has just asked me if I am writing about how gorgeous I am again, and that makes me wonder what people must think of me from reading my recent blogs! I must sound terribly shallow and conceited. I am not, but I guess you'll have to take my word for it. You'll also have to take my word for the fact that yes, I do look rather gorgeous in the little black dress. I didn't say I wasn't vain, now, did I?)