February 14, 2005.

Well said!)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ So, I went to the pet store this morning to do my regular Monday morning cleaning (pictures will be up later this week, I’m sure), and I spent a little more than an hour at the store, and by the time I left I was soaked in sweat and felt just as relaxed as I could possibly feel. I’ve never had a massage, but I suspect that it was the same kind of relaxed feeling. I always feel that way when I leave the pet store on Monday mornings – who needs to spend the money for a professional massage, when you can spend half an hour cleaning out cat cages, and another half an hour snuggling with kitties? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The spud was invited to a party at a boy’s house on Saturday night. I was under the impression that it was because he’d gotten his license, but apparently it was a birthday party. That’s what I get for not reading the invitation closely enough, huh? So we left the house a little before 6 – the party was supposed to start at 6 and end at 10 – and found the kid’s house pretty easily. The kid was standing out front leaning into a car talking to someone, and we pulled up behind the car. The spud got out, and Fred said to the spud “Don’t forget to call us when you’re ready for us to come pick you up!”, and the spud said she would (see how that cell phone comes in handy?) and then the birthday boy walked over to our car. “Say hi!” Fred said, and then waved at the birthday boy and said “hi!” I smiled, and then realized that the birthday boy was coming over to talk to us, and I fumbled around for a minute and then opened the window. “He had quite a few questions,” said the birthday boy, pointing to the car we’d pulled up behind, which was starting to pull away. “So I thought I’d come over and give you the skinny.” The skinny! Hee! I was so startled that I looked at Fred, a big smirk on my face, because who says “the skinny”? “First of all,” said birthday boy, “There are three adults in the house, my father, my step-mother, and my aunt.” “How are you going to have any fun?” Fred joked, which threw the birthday boy off his stride a little. He stood up and glanced toward the house and blinked a few times, and then leaned back down. “So, yeah, three adults. My father and I are Southern Baptists and my step-mother and aunt are Church of Christ -” I was struck with the very strong urge to scream “Spud, get back in the car!”, but resisted. ” – and the party should be over around 10. I can give you the land-line or my cell phone number,” he offered. Fred smiled. “Oh, she has her cell phone with her, and I think we have your phone number on the invitation.” “Right,” said birthday boy. And he stood up and we said goodbye, and then Fred drove off as I closed my window. “I wasn’t worried,” Fred said to me. “Because any party where the invitation suggests bringing Dance Dance Revolution pads is not one that’s going to get out of hand.” We giggled, and then went home to spend an exciting evening watching TV. The Happy Days reunion, to be exact. We are SUCH party animals. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~]]>