(This first part refused to publish last night, so just pretend it says Saturday, July 13th 2002, K?)
By all rights, I should be in a very bad mood right now. My week long vacation in solitude came to an end this evening, after I came home from a long and boring seven hour day at work.
Yet I still went though all day today dancing, whistling, joking, and yes, even singing (just to myself, don't worry, I'm more considerate of others than that). I've been thinking about it and I think I have the answer - I'm just proud of myself. I made it through the whole week with no problems. I didn't have to call anyone and ask any questions about laundry or anything like that. There was never a pile of dirty dishes (even though they don't know that, it still makes ME feel good). The house is clean and...well, still standing. Yeah, the grass looks like crap, but we all know that the Rain Gods and I don't get along too well, so it's not really my fault that it's all brown and yucky. I just washed my truck though, so the rain can't be TOO far in the future.
A little birdie told me that the Church Hottie is serving her last mass ever tomorrow, so I gotta be up rather early tomorrow morning. But eh, what's one early morning, right?
(Today starts now...)
Sorry to disappoint so many of you (yeah right) by not being at Zeal this evening, but we all went out to eat for Dad's birthday as soon as I got off of work. I'll be back next week, though.
Our Resident Blonde has some pretty talented apprentices at St. Stans...I've never come so close to laughing outright in the middle of mass. As it was, I made a rather odd choking/snorting sound when the bells fell apart. I actually chewed a raw spot on the inside of my left cheek trying to keep quiet. The church will miss the Church Hottie's help as much as certain members of the congregation.
Can you tell how close I am to just going to the McRoe's porch anyways? :-P
By all rights, I should be in a very bad mood right now. My week long vacation in solitude came to an end this evening, after I came home from a long and boring seven hour day at work.
Yet I still went though all day today dancing, whistling, joking, and yes, even singing (just to myself, don't worry, I'm more considerate of others than that). I've been thinking about it and I think I have the answer - I'm just proud of myself. I made it through the whole week with no problems. I didn't have to call anyone and ask any questions about laundry or anything like that. There was never a pile of dirty dishes (even though they don't know that, it still makes ME feel good). The house is clean and...well, still standing. Yeah, the grass looks like crap, but we all know that the Rain Gods and I don't get along too well, so it's not really my fault that it's all brown and yucky. I just washed my truck though, so the rain can't be TOO far in the future.
A little birdie told me that the Church Hottie is serving her last mass ever tomorrow, so I gotta be up rather early tomorrow morning. But eh, what's one early morning, right?
(Today starts now...)
Sorry to disappoint so many of you (yeah right) by not being at Zeal this evening, but we all went out to eat for Dad's birthday as soon as I got off of work. I'll be back next week, though.
Our Resident Blonde has some pretty talented apprentices at St. Stans...I've never come so close to laughing outright in the middle of mass. As it was, I made a rather odd choking/snorting sound when the bells fell apart. I actually chewed a raw spot on the inside of my left cheek trying to keep quiet. The church will miss the Church Hottie's help as much as certain members of the congregation.
Can you tell how close I am to just going to the McRoe's porch anyways? :-P
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