I DO I DO!!!
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So what did people do this weekend?
Cleaned, worked on a computer graphics project for my wife, did grocery shopping, had dinner with my parents in another town, watched a movie with the kids, and snuck in a little time to work on my DVD authoring software pet project.
I'll be working this weekend, if anyone wants to come harass me.
Is there a way to harass you remotely?
I do too! Hey, wait... I can!
So what did people do this weekend?
On Friday, I went to the Bridgewater Ex. and then I went camping. There are pictures: [link]
I went to many, pretty beaches with very cold water. And when I say cold, I mean cold by my North Atlantic standards. At one place I was in up to my knees for about 3 minutes and staying in that last minute required all my will.
I went to a party and got stung by a bee.
And then I saw Drive!!! And played with cuddly beagles.
And that was it.
I went to a party and got stung by a bee.
If this an euphemism, then cool. If not, then boo.
I DO I DO!!!
Come on up!!
Is there a way to harass you remotely?
I'm sure we can find a way, but wouldn't you rather work on the transporter technology?
I do too! Hey, wait... I can!
YAY!
So what did people do this weekend?
Saturday morning I helped a boy move.
Saturday night I made food for a bridal shower.
Sunday morning was said bridal shower.
Sunday night I helped the boy unpack and asked him to the wedding.
It's the ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiircle of weekend...
On Saturday I went to Emmett's tournament (on the same Little League field that Dontrelle Willis played on throughout his childhood, just a couple of blocks from Suzi's house), watched his team lose one early-morning game (perking up noticeably around midmorning, and, really, if they'd had one more inning they would have taken back the lead) and win a late-morning game in a breeze, a walk, and other metaphors of insouciant ease. Then I came home, napped most of the afternoon, and pottered around with the bookshelves in the evening.
Sunday, church followed by driving out to Castro Valley with my dad to pick up a crib and a lingerie chest for the Halloweenie (not that we're planning on providing her with lingerie, just that it's very tall and narrow and thus good for small spaces), thence to home, where I curled up on the bed with Wesley Stace's Misfortune and promptly fell asleep until 10:30, when I awoke, finished the book, and fell back into a coma.
Which is no reflection on Misfortune, which is an excellent, excellent novel.
In conclusion, I am become boring as all hell. Please send cuddly beagles.