It amazes me that every
It amazes me that every single weekend I find myself on Sunday evening in awe of the passage of time. How does it slip by so quickly? I think I'll never get used to it. EL and I had an interesting week end before the weekend. My ex wrecked my car which precipitated repossession. The layoffs on Friday kept us on the proverbial seat's edge until the end of the day. Fortunately, I survived this round... employed to fight another day. Friday night we grilled out on the patio and ate at home before making a brief appearance at the tail end of a party at Blanco's. We missed the action (which was ok with me) and ended up chatting with Pat and Joe for a bit before retiring early. I was exhausted from that most stressful of weeks I was glad to see fade in my rearview mirror. Yesterday we did various this and that about town before enjoying the Asylum Street Spankers show at McGonigel's Mucky Duck. I love those guys. They had a new member and some new material this time around, but were just as excellent as they've always been. Of course, the ultimate Spankers experience is when Guy reunions with them, but this is an extremely rare occurrence. Today was a little bit of bad and a lot of good. EL helped me with my amended return from 2001... nothing short of hellish, but she is a whiz at that stuff and managed to calm and explain to me that it wasn't so bad after all. The verdict is out on the validity of that statement, but I'm grateful and indebted because of her patience and understanding. After we bogged through the countless forms and adjustments, we headed off for a quick snack. Someone should have told me that I didn't really need the three cheese one pound Fuddrucker's burger with fries. It was good... but there was sure a lot of it. I guess that makes a lot of good? Anyhoo, we perused some bridal shops here and there only to confirm our original supposition that most brides-to-be (no offense intended for those fitting that category) have little to no taste in gown design. I think it might be safe for me to say that I hate ninety-nine out of every one hundred wedding gowns I see. EL is just as finicky and our tastes are similar enough to make planning this wedding a true challenge. We did find a fabulous dress that we both love, but it costs about $3000 more than I'm willing to spend... heh. I think she's decided to have someone make a custom dress from scratch. I've been sitting here with a glass of red wine and my laptop in an attempt to study for my test on Friday. It isn't working. My mind is wandering from topic to topic and I just can't focus. I think I've just given up... for today. More wine and spending the evening with EL is decidedly my destiny. Why fight it? I am sinking into cram mode at work everyday this week. Everyone else can take a number.
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