SUNDAY
Today was Sunday; Jaden and I rolled out of bed at the same late hour, both of us with terrible hair. Chad and Paulina and Cadbury were at yet another damn bicycle race and they came home around lunchtime and we hit the old fence with a sledgehammer until it all fell down and then we realized we have to put up a retaining wall for part of the fence and I chopped a bunch of maple tree away from the patio area and swept and stacked up bicycles and scraped up old blackberries with a rake and drank ice water out of a bicycle water bottle. We mailed some packages and went to the expensive grocery store and bought pita bread and teriyaki rice crackers and nectarines and a Sunday paper. Chad made pico de gallo and Jaden said it had not enough lime and too much pepper and I tasted it and said it had too much salt and Chad said there wasn't any salt IN IT, but it was very good pico de gallo. He really went to town mincing that stuff down. Mine is more rustic. Then everyone but me had a banana split and there were not enough cherries for every split. Chad then drank a dark chocolate coffee beer aged in bourbon barrels and I drank coffee aged in my coffee pot. We watched Andrew Zimmern eat squirrel and goat rectum and ants. We are out of Splenda, milk, matches and tortilla chips. Tomorrow is Monday.