Getting about that time

Time to set the autopilot for T'ville and take a nice, long, relaxing...well, nothing. Entire weekend is jam-packed with stuff to do other than sit still for five minutes and vegetate.

Soccer tournament tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday for Middle Girl and for Boy. Pain and woe for all sure to follow.

Homebuilder Guy has not called. Pain and woe for SOMEBODY sure to follow.

NO horseback riding lessons, thank goodness. No Ol' Paint and no whoa to follow.

Laundry MUST be done. Pants and...something-clever-that-rhymes-with-woe-and-has-something-to-do-with-clothes...sure to follow. (Although, on the good side, I might find a penny. Or some popcorn. Or a Pez.)

Church on Sunday and I get to sub for the 8th grade teacher AND do announcements. BUT, no pain nor woe, only a serene peacefulness that makes staying awake the most difficult task known to man. Fortunately, The Tiny Wrecking Ball will keep me awake by either a) deciding to sing I Am A Man of Constant Sorrow, b) talking in her patented "I learned to whisper in a sawmill" whisper, c) deciding to cry about...something, ANYTHING, d) walking all the way down the pew cushion, or e) getting up five times to go pee or drink some more water.

All of which explains why I never answer e-mail or blog during the weekend. But come Monday morning...whooo-BOY! are you folks gonna get it!!

You have been warned.

See you Monday, and have a good weekend yourselves!
posted by Terry at 4:19:00 PM