It was Kensy's birthday, so I took her and Molly and Heather to eat out at the Blue Orchid. We all got different dishes, so then we could sample a variety of Thai food...it was delicioso!
Then we went to Coldstone, but I didn't eat any ice cream because I am trying to cut back on the sugar.
On the way back to the car, we saw this guy throw up on the sidewalk. It was crazy. Then he kept walking like nothing had happened, lighting up a cigarette.
There was a guy in a blue shirt who was sort of freaky, and stared at us.
Then we saw Dr. Cypert walking around with two people, probably his wife and this other guy that works at Wesleyan. I didn't see them until we were right along side them, and when I looked back, it was too late to exchange pleasantries.
Now I am sitting here.
Now I am going to do something.
Pot, not marijuana, but coffee.
No parking, but I break the law.
Sporting the jersey. On the Phone. In the wind.
At work. Deep in thought.
Desperado, bitches!
Double bogie : (
Road signs are often confounding!
Just like Cortez
They were THIS BIG!
Across the table
My desk, where good things happen
Golfing it up.
2 comments:
Does that "something" involve blogging? I hope so. It is lonely in my digital world.
I think this is the point in which I start to prod you, Charles, to blog again. (insert prodding motions here)
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