Hey. The computer has been wonky and i haven't forgotten you.
Thursday. i don't remember Thursday all that well. i think we hung out at home. Or something. Then we ate. And slept. Yeah. Whatever.
Friday, the tax return finally showed up, so we started taking care of things. Angel paid some bills, we had lunch with Angel's mom and Aunt Vicki so Jian could meet and be met, we went to Fry's for an Ethernet card and a monitor but came home with an Ethernet card and a mouse because their staff in the computer/monitor area are moronic assholes who ignore you while hiding elsewhere and couldn't answer a simple question if you tracked one down and sat on him. Then we ate dinner at Ton's and came home to crash.
Saturday was cool. Unfortunately, Angel had to work, so it was just me, Roni, and the pool boy, but we did just fine. We ran a few errands, shopped at Target for a few things, grabbed a nugget meal from McNasty and dropped her off at Poppa Bear & Nana's (yes, that is what she calls my parents!). Then we grabbed some Sonic and took the pool boy to work.
That's when i started roaming about looking for a bed. i checked several places and settled on the twin/futon bunk in wood with black metal work. It was on sale! Angel put it all together, stubbornly, and by himself, then i set it up to look good. We were so excited and it's lovely.
Then we caught up with Andy and the Beef Jerky Girl. We went to a tiny sports bar to see his boss play in a fun, frolicking cover band and that was really quite cool. We left during the last song and ran to Denny's for our Saturday night ritual of cracking old inside jokes, making new ones, and harassing the other patrons of the smoking section when we don't really smoke, we just want to have Sean. Robert is great and all, but he won't play with us as much as Sean does. Yes, we even have our waiter's number in case he leaves there so we can follow him. We invite him out with us all the time, but he works nights and hasn't been able to work it out yet. We are freaks. Other people are frequently invited to join our table and we usually get the whole room involved in our discussions, or whatever you call it when everyone is loud and laughing and cracking on everyone else . . . i just call in fun!
There. You are as caught up as i am.
i am about to go get the munchkin and take the E-wok to work and then hopefully see my Favorite Rabid Baby Girl tonight for a girl thing.
confessed on Sunday, Mar. 10, 2002