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Tomorrow marks two auspicious events. Groundhog's day, and Grandma's birthday. The fact that her birthday falls on Groundhog's day is really the only reason that I remember the date. I'm awful with dates.
High/Low
High: Delicious Deliveries.
Low: There ain't one. None at all.
Current Obsession
Buying a backpack for school. Marie "yoinked" mine.
Grin Source
Oh God. Sarah.
Singing
Got more money
than Matchbox Twenty
Get more ass
than Mark McGrath
Kid Rock - "Cocky"
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Again, hot damn.
So, I'm bored and writing an entry. Let's see if it comes out as something coherent. It's Friday night and I've had a couple of beers and I'm feeling no pain. And apparently have a prediliction toward run-on sentences.
It's tricky to rock around to rock around that's right on time it's tricky.
The downside to having to listen for the doorbell? You can't crank Run DMC.
Hah. This is going to be one of those entries that I post, read the next morning, and think "What was wrong with me???" I'm happy to report that my current state of inebriation is not interfering (much) with my typing skills. I'm actually thinking it would probably be a good idea *not* to post this entry, but I'm fairly sure at this juncture that I'm going to anyway.
That's the whole point of a journal, right? To capture the moment. Oh, what a moment. Calvin's family reads this. I'm doomed. But not really, I'm just cute. Heh.
Led Zeppelin, now. How do you find a woman that's never, never, never been born?
Nope. Not in the mood for Simon and Garfunkel right now. Heather Nova's "Like Lovers Do" is a great song. But still not what I'm in the mood for. Okay, Dave Matthew's Band "Ants Marching". Perky enough for even me. And I know all the words.
Swig.
The spa gets installed on Monday! I'm quite thrilled about this. I talked to my sister today, and told her to pack a bathing suit so she and the kids can soak their asses, too, while they're out to visit. Calvin's done a great job coordinating everything and making sure we're ready to go. One fact that I was ignorant of is that you don't just buy the spa and it magically appears in the back yard. No, first you have to pour the cement slab. Run the electrical stuff from some sort of breaker box to the spa's location. Make sure there's a stub-out in the appropriate place within the cement slab for the electrical wires. Schedule spa delivery. Schedule electrical hook-up. Schedule gazebo builders. All, of course, associated with their respective costs. Poop. All I want to be able to do is en-bubble myself, but all this crap has to happen first. Impatient is a very good word to describe me.
Calvin just got back, and he's cracking me up. He had to tote five screaming, hyper, dramatic teen-agers to the mall all by his lonesome. And I just told him that I'm writing an entry. He's horrified. Remember, he advised me that posting this is a bad idea. This is NOT HIS FAULT. He's painting the trim tonight - meaning the baseboards, doors, and door frames. I'm cheering him on. That's all I'm good for.
Food's here! Go check out the new Storyteller topic (and last minute entry for last month's topic) while I eat. Bye!