Sunday potpourri
Got up this morning and discovered the socks had invaded again. My profligate progeny had removed them yesterday and tossed them back in the laundry basket in his room. Unfortunately, he didn't close his door when he left to be dessolute so the Rainbow Monster redecorated the house with them once more. I have actually decided to be grateful it is his socks she favors and not his dirty undershorts.
After puttering around on the computer for an excessive amount of time, I decided to fill my belly at IHOP. On the way out, I caught my dessolute, profligate progeny reading the want ads. I guess this means he's looking for work. Though he's going to have a hard time of it this week. I have to go to Houston to addend a VB.net class all week long so he won't have my car to putter around in.
And speaking of IHOP, lunch time on a Sunday is not the quietest time to go there, but boy . . . I was trapped next to two tables filled with teenagers who all had to talk at the same time and all but shouted to make themselves heard. And catty corner from me was a table at which a very pretty little girl had to serenade us with "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" over and over and over. Fortunately, I had coffee to keep me from going postal; otherwise, there would have been one really brutal food fight.
Weather Pixie to the contrary, it's actually quite overcast and drizzling, albeit on and off. It feels more like August than it did a week ago. Very steamy. You can cut the air with a knife which is what you have to do if you want to breathe it. Petit chunks are much easier to inhale.
Well, I'm off to read some more (up to page 300 already) while I wait for the progeny to clean out the car so I can go grocery shopping. Poor son will have to fend for himself at home next week while I get to eat out on an expense account.
After puttering around on the computer for an excessive amount of time, I decided to fill my belly at IHOP. On the way out, I caught my dessolute, profligate progeny reading the want ads. I guess this means he's looking for work. Though he's going to have a hard time of it this week. I have to go to Houston to addend a VB.net class all week long so he won't have my car to putter around in.
And speaking of IHOP, lunch time on a Sunday is not the quietest time to go there, but boy . . . I was trapped next to two tables filled with teenagers who all had to talk at the same time and all but shouted to make themselves heard. And catty corner from me was a table at which a very pretty little girl had to serenade us with "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" over and over and over. Fortunately, I had coffee to keep me from going postal; otherwise, there would have been one really brutal food fight.
Weather Pixie to the contrary, it's actually quite overcast and drizzling, albeit on and off. It feels more like August than it did a week ago. Very steamy. You can cut the air with a knife which is what you have to do if you want to breathe it. Petit chunks are much easier to inhale.
Well, I'm off to read some more (up to page 300 already) while I wait for the progeny to clean out the car so I can go grocery shopping. Poor son will have to fend for himself at home next week while I get to eat out on an expense account.
2 Comments:
don't bring him any leftovers and enjoy the time you are in Houston
He needs to fend for himself anyhow.
don't bring him any leftovers and enjoy the time you are in Houston
He needs to fend for himself anyhow.
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