Not So Hectic Night...or day for that matter
I can't really think of much to say tonight. Mummy is thankfully home from the hospital as of last night, but she is still extremely weak and can't do very much. The doctor had to be persuaded profusely before he decided she could go.
Oh, I was in Walmart today with Hayley and Mummy when an elderly man from our church came over and wanted to know if one of us could drive his wife's car home. She had broken her foot at lunch and obviously couldn't do it. So I got to drive their car back to the island for them, and then he took me home. That was pretty much the highlight of my day.
I'm so bored right now. I want some new CDs. Let's see, there's Damien Rice, and then the Wallflowers, and I still don't have Mad Season by matchbox twenty. 'Tis sad. Oh well, I'll survive.
The Beach Bum Parade is this weekend. Basically it's a bunch of drunk or crazy people shooting, pelting, and dumping water on each other until they are all thoroughly drenched. I am being forced to go against my will because all of our company is going. I keep threatening to "boycott the whole affair." I believe that's how I've been phrasing it, but nobody seems to pay any attention to it. Oh well. Normally I don't have to go because Hayley's dance recital is the same day, but this year they got the bright idea to move it up two weeks. Sigh. I'll let you know how it goes. Good night kisses to all. ~ME~
Oh, I was in Walmart today with Hayley and Mummy when an elderly man from our church came over and wanted to know if one of us could drive his wife's car home. She had broken her foot at lunch and obviously couldn't do it. So I got to drive their car back to the island for them, and then he took me home. That was pretty much the highlight of my day.
I'm so bored right now. I want some new CDs. Let's see, there's Damien Rice, and then the Wallflowers, and I still don't have Mad Season by matchbox twenty. 'Tis sad. Oh well, I'll survive.
The Beach Bum Parade is this weekend. Basically it's a bunch of drunk or crazy people shooting, pelting, and dumping water on each other until they are all thoroughly drenched. I am being forced to go against my will because all of our company is going. I keep threatening to "boycott the whole affair." I believe that's how I've been phrasing it, but nobody seems to pay any attention to it. Oh well. Normally I don't have to go because Hayley's dance recital is the same day, but this year they got the bright idea to move it up two weeks. Sigh. I'll let you know how it goes. Good night kisses to all. ~ME~