I'll be working this weekend, if anyone wants to come harass me.
Is there a way to harass you remotely?
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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.
I'm going to pretend the hot guy was a mover, and not a neighbor I had never seen before.
Sensible plan.
I want to go home now, before anyone can decide they have work for me to do after all.
Ouise, I probably sold you the ticket for that play. One of the actors was my roommate.
No way! Which one was she? I found out about it (although I evidently didn't get enough information on it) because one or both of them came on Spinsters On Air (translation for non-Haligonians: a radio show I cohosted back in the day on CKDU, our local campus and community station and which I know Sue listened to while I was on it).
And it took the internet for us to actually meet.