TheKid is at a retreat until Sunday.
I had a lovely dinner with an old friend, played some NTN, ate some pizza.
Came home to a quiet house. It’s rainy and cool outside. I’m in my flannel pants, softest, oldest sweatshirt and super comfy wool socks. Just had a Skinny Cow fudgcicle, am cracking open a beer.
I have cats curled up at my feet.
Playing poker (badly, but that’s okay) and surfing the Dope.
The last of the bacon cheeseburger from Hardee’s…Early morning rain will make good sleeping if I can pull myself away from the Dope. An orange cat named Pumpkin lies curled up by a large stuffed Lambie on my quilt. “Turn that thing off and get in here!” she says. "And I mean now–
Oh, man, that’s a great feeling. Last night we watched Iron Man and then came home so satisfied by its awesomeness. Then we lay in bed, me, my husband, and the cat. When both my husband and my cat are together in once place I get so happy I don’t even know what to do with myself. Snuggling in the covers, I felt like the luckiest person in the whole wide world.
I kick all your butts! I worked six hours at the main library today, and then went to see Iron Man, which was a blast. Now I’m off to a party downtown. It’s a beautiful sunny day outside.
Heck, I’m actually having the best day ever. Oh well, it can only be downhill from here, I suppose.
She’s kicking all the male asses at our Thursday night Doper games. First place in the standings this quarter by over 11 points; five cashes in five games. Clearly, we need to fem up.