Reading Gud's weekend has tired me sufficiently that I don't think I can do any packing.

However, I'm going HOME now. Brazenly.

I may half doze for a while when I get there, and then I tear down the main computer and move it and the TiVo to the new place for cable connection.

My plans for the weekend are baby shower and sleep.

And perhaps torturing the kitties by following them around and making burbling noises at them for being so freakin' cute. (It's warm enough here that the kitties are in floppy mode, where they spend most of their time sprawled in a nap and occasionally blinking up at you.)

Reading Gud's weekend has tired me sufficiently that I don't think I can do any packing.

Well that doesn't include a lot of the normal stuff like getting the kids breakfest, getting the kids lunch, getting them dressed, getting them to bed, baths, cleaning up dishes, cooking dinner, and that sort of stuff.

What are people's weekend plans?

First, these people I met on the internet are coming to stay with me. Assuming they aren't axe murderers, I am going to the Chiro, buying a pony or two, going to a book reading, maybe doing something fun with the internet people, going to the flea market, buying pie, going to itabobita's to see her new place and steal her boxes, having Kat and Lori come over to get camping stuff and my computer and whatever else I can palm off on them, doing laundry, and packing.

If they are axe murderers, of course, my to do list is a lot shorter.

I'm a star!

And inertia has me stuck at work.

Don't know. Nothing really major though.

I don't know where my ax is. Maybe it's in the garage someplace, I really need to clean the garge.

these people I met on the internet

You're implying there are other kinds of people?

Every few minutes, there's a Phoompt, and as the hare hurtles through the air

It is the sound effect that makes this screamworthy.

In other news, is it depraved to go trolling Major League Baseball for amusing roster photos? I swear half of these guys thought they were being arrested, and the other half said, "Wait, you already took the picture?"

I don't know where my ax is. Maybe it's in the garage someplace, I really need to clean the garge.

I have no ax. My biggest knife is a kitchen knife. The most practical knife I have for killin' folk is a deer hunting knife that my brother found on the highway in front of my parents' house. Unfortunatly the blade is bent a bit, which could complicate the killin'.