I spent so much of the day yesterday thinking it was Friday. I couldn’t shake the notion. Kept wondering what Sharaun and I were up to that evening. Turns out she was up to going to some craft fair and I was up to going to the gym with Keaton. Making matters worse, I’m expected to report to the sawmill tomorrow; on a Saturday, no less. Flippin’ slavedrivers.
9am meeting ran long today, didn’t get out until a quarter to one. OK so that was only 45min past-time, but that junk be cuttin’ into my lunch, dig? Yeah so me and some buddies grabbed a late one at the Mongolian Grill. You ever been to a Mongolian grill? Not exactly diet food (good thing I’m not exactly on a diet), but you get to pile an empty bowl high with foodstuffs, pour various sauces on it, and they grill it up for you. Was tasty.
Wednesday night our regular church-ish thing got canned so we joined our friends in a social Lost-watching event (television: campfire for modern Neanderthals). At some point during the evening, Keaton, who was watching Peter Pan in the adjoining room, wandered into our area and took a commanding position in the center of the floor rug. She puffed up, waved her arms to ensure she had our attention, and proceeded to proclaim: “I don’t like moustaches.” Then she laughed a little. Me, I laughed a lot. Such a random thing to promulgate; such a random little girl. The room had a good chuckle though, and she eventually went back to Peter Pan, seemingly pleased with herself.
Nite, happy weekending.