Here was my weekend:
Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping
Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning
Watching, watching, watching
Shopping, shopping, shopping
OMG THAT HOT AIR BALLOON IS COMING STRAIGHT FOR ME!!!
I don't know where it came from, where it was going, or why it was there, but it BLOTTED OUT THE SUN and rustled and pulsated in a most threatening manner.
Then I came home and a beer bottle exploded.
I've since read that the hot air balloon was for a beginning of school year celebration. In my day, the beginning of school was marked by... the beginning of school. Helium and stretched-tight nylon had nothing to do with it.
Current and soonish birthdays to mark:
notatracer,
cicerothewriter, and the fine Mr. Fry. Happiness and balloons all around!
I wish my long weekend was tomorrow, and not next Monday. The Brits have it so lucky. America suffers from a paucity of August long weekends. I wonder if tomorrow afternoon's workload will be light enough to accommodate
BBC 7's Blake's 7 bonanza. No library questions, please. Can't you see that my ears are in outer space?