no one wanted to do anything during the afternoon, tho we had plans to check out the dragonboat race downtown. dan and I layed in bed most of the afternoon reading, talking and watching the golden girls.
that night we hit half-priced shuck and jive at Maxi's and introduced Peter to raw oysters. we ended the night with the 40-year-old Virgin, which we all love.
Peter started tennis lessons this morning at 8am. He's in great spirits, but I feel like shit. This lack of sleep is truly catching up to me. I've been up since 6:30 trying to get it together, but I still feel as if I drank a bottle of vodka last night...for the record, I haven't had any vodka since shannon was visiting. ;-)
I do have more to say, but need to get some flow on the work front, so I'll get into some more later. I'll touch upon this stuff later:
- Cliff saying he's moving the kids into Kathy's house in August
- My five year anniversary with Dan
- The fact that stores are starting to stock their shelves with back-to-school and fall stuff
- Peter
- The fact that I've been to the grocery story 4 times in 8 days'
- Sin City and Postcards from the Edge
- My lack of television watching
2 comments:
Here's what I think is the good stuff:
Five years with Dan, and the fact that you find comfort in each other hanging out watching movies, getting massages etc., and that he's cool enough to think of an I-Pod.
Let's face it girlfriend, as far as I'm concerned our birthdays mean the end of summer. By my calendar it's already half over by July 4th.
I have no words for your Dad and Kathy or is it Cathy? See how much I care?
I 100% admire how you stopped smoking ... and are pulling your health together. You are awesome!
I don't sleep well either, so I empathise with that. But think of how much you can do at 6:30 AM. My treat is to read newspapers.
All my love and a big hug to those men in your life.
xoxo
K
I'm bout to shit.
I can't get past what you mentioned bout Kathy.
Can't even think straight. Just a tremendous: WTF.
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
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