I Love Fridays
Well, it's official. The bartender recognized us this week. People talked to us while we placed drink orders and then enjoyed said drink orders. By the time I left Dog & Bone, my perfectly shitty drive home along I-95 had faded into the bin where I keep all my other memories of shitty drive homes in the back of my head. I am very pleased with our Friday ritual. Degreeing forthwith, Pub Friday shall never change.
I may have to add Pub Saturday. *grins*
With that being said, I am not allowed to shop after Pub. I actually called the phone number listed on the side of a truck that took up two parking spaces. Near the front of the lot, this white van listed the cleaning business' name, services and phone numbers. As I made my way in, I dialed the first number to leave a cheery message on the voicemail announcing I would never use their service because they didn't know how to park. How could I expect a business so rude to take up two spaces near the front of the lot, places that would be beneficial to the eldry or handicap, to clean anything of mine?
Yeah, I know. They probably don't care - but I felt better. I guess my drive home wasn't as faded as I thought.
Tomorrow, after coffee with a certain overworked, underappreciated friend of mine, I'm off to show my sister how to print a picture from her computer and to celebrate two years of hellspawn with Satan's birthday. Damn. Two already? No way. Where is the wee baby that could wrap me around his finger? He's grown into this toddler who defies his parents at every turn. I can't wait to see him.
But right now, it's Doctor Who night. Mmmmmmm. I logging couch time.
I may have to add Pub Saturday. *grins*
With that being said, I am not allowed to shop after Pub. I actually called the phone number listed on the side of a truck that took up two parking spaces. Near the front of the lot, this white van listed the cleaning business' name, services and phone numbers. As I made my way in, I dialed the first number to leave a cheery message on the voicemail announcing I would never use their service because they didn't know how to park. How could I expect a business so rude to take up two spaces near the front of the lot, places that would be beneficial to the eldry or handicap, to clean anything of mine?
Yeah, I know. They probably don't care - but I felt better. I guess my drive home wasn't as faded as I thought.
Tomorrow, after coffee with a certain overworked, underappreciated friend of mine, I'm off to show my sister how to print a picture from her computer and to celebrate two years of hellspawn with Satan's birthday. Damn. Two already? No way. Where is the wee baby that could wrap me around his finger? He's grown into this toddler who defies his parents at every turn. I can't wait to see him.
But right now, it's Doctor Who night. Mmmmmmm. I logging couch time.