My cat is at the door, telling me it's time to feed him.
It's always time to eat, according to him.
I'm drinking coffee, trying to plan a menu for the next several days, and looking at all the housework that needs to be done before bunco on Tuesday night.
Why did I volunteer to host bunco on a night after I work all day?
I have lots of ideas on what to feed them, but no concrete plans...Lasagna? Mexican Casserole? Chili or chicken enchilada soup?
What about dessert? Brownies? Pie? Cookies?
I mowed the yard last night with our push mower, as the riding mower's blades wouldn't turn...My neighbor stood in his yard with his socks on, smoked a cigarette, and watched me.
In my gray hand-me-down shorts from Studmuffin's Aunt Aleta with the word "Sooners" written across my butt, and my also hand-me-down "Ski Sandia Peak" t-shirt with holes in the armpit, also compliments of Aleta...
I watched a stupid tear jerker last night. I hate movies that make me cry great gulping sobs with tears dripping off my chin and snot running out my nose. I went in Blockbuster to rent Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" and instead left with "Dear John." I don't know what I was thinking...
Okay. I better get busy. I have no purpose in this post other than to procrastinate on the stuff I should be doing...
But, I will end with one question: What do you have planned for this weekend?