The humidity finally dropped around here, making it once more worthwhile to be alive. We've taken advantage of the fine weather by walking EVERYWHERE - Michael's, the bagel shop, Harris Teeter. The kids love it.
Oh, ha, ha, ha - I slay me. No, they don't love it. And they REALLY hate my God gave you legs for a reason lecture. Which is really too bad, as I am getting quite good at delivering it.
Maybe I'll make them walk to pick up a pizza?
Sorry, nothing else to relate. My mind is full of politics, but I won't inflict that on you - not today, anyway. I guess we could start a betting pool as to when Larry will show up this evening. He keeps working late, which I don't mind so much as the fact that he's in utter denial as to how late he is actually coming home. I mentioned something this morning about his 9 PM arrival time home last night.
"Well, you must have hit a lot of traffic, then," I told him. "I called home at 8:55 and David said you weren't home yet."
"I was home by 8:30!"
"Look! Right here on the Caller ID - you called from work at 8:32."
"Oh." He walked away shaking his head, still clearly puzzled.
Denial is no match for technology.
[Man driving car image: BlindGossip]