Fairly busy weekend, and I don't understand why. Tiff's away, again, and people are like, "How's bachelor-hood treating you?" And it's supposed to be treating me good--Tiff's not here, tv is all mine, all I have to deal is periodically check the cat food/water situation, and I'm gravy, right?
Wrong.
1. Checking cats' situation sucks--I forgot about the doodoo box. Yeah, let me tell you, if you thought losing control of the remote for the TV was de-masculating (is that even a word?), try scooping cat doodoo out of a sandbox, while simultaneously holding your breath and kung-foo-ing the cats away with your feet, as they try to re-bury what you're unearthing and bagging.
2. I have eaten an extraordinary number of spicy chick fil a chicken sammiches. (Which is not a bad thing, I tell you.)
3. Saturday was going to be "soccer/food/sit on the couch day" -- with all the diet coke I could find. Instead, it became "Tivo-the-US-game-and-help-a-friend-move-in-94-degree-weather-day-with-intermittent-non-cooling-rain-showers-day."
I managed to: (A) lose 4 pounds, (B) eat a spicy chicken sandwich, (C) break my friend's dad's cargo van's seat belt, (D) eat the best mexican food I've ever eaten, (E) hang out with my best friend, (F) re-discover muscles I didn't know existed since last summer, when I helped another friend move and/or (G) ALL OF THE ABOVE. Sweet baby Jesus, this time of year sucks.
4. Every summer, I tell myself, and my friends, that I'm not moving another friend in the summer. Every year I lie to myself.
5. Sunday, the ladies of the choir sang the anthem, so I was going to skip (!) and watch the Germany game. That didn't happen. So I purposed to tivo the game, go to church, come home, eat, watch the game, attend a birthday party for a 9 year old, come home, watch more tv, watch The Godfather and then go to bed.
Yeah, that didn't happen.
6. I can't find the case to my PSP. Do you know where it is?
7. That's all for now.
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