Monday, May 12, 2003
Sunday, May 11, 2003
What is the deal with the wind already? For 48 hours now, it's been as though we are in a bad sci-fi movie, perhaps Kevin Costner's "Windyworld." It's starting to piss me off.
It's Mother's Day. I bought Bridget a gift certificate for a massage - actually it's just to Mario Tricoci's, where massages can be gotten, among other things. I insisted that it must be used on a massage. We ate corned beef and cabbage at her parents' tonight, and it was real good.
Last night we went out to Payton's all by ourselves. We left Caden with his grandma, had some dinner and a couple of beers, and came back home by 10:40. It was past our bedtime before we even left. Bridget asked me on the way there, "Do you think he misses me?" and several times during our outing remarked, "I wonder what they're doing now?"
We may not go out again for quite a while.
It's Mother's Day. I bought Bridget a gift certificate for a massage - actually it's just to Mario Tricoci's, where massages can be gotten, among other things. I insisted that it must be used on a massage. We ate corned beef and cabbage at her parents' tonight, and it was real good.
Last night we went out to Payton's all by ourselves. We left Caden with his grandma, had some dinner and a couple of beers, and came back home by 10:40. It was past our bedtime before we even left. Bridget asked me on the way there, "Do you think he misses me?" and several times during our outing remarked, "I wonder what they're doing now?"
We may not go out again for quite a while.
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