Hello again people! I’m fine, thanks for asking. I had a three day weekend and spent much of it running around like an expectant father with his head cut off. Here’s a sampling of stuff I did:
took a hammer to the back doorknob, assembled a cupboard, dismantled a crib, loaded said crib into Subaru, unloaded crib in our basement, got a haircut (more than one hair), organized the garage, took a trip to Target and Home Depot, deposited my French tutoring money, took out the recycling…
Oh, all that stuff I mentioned happened today. I did a bunch of things on Saturday and Sunday too, but I think you have better things to do than read about how I followed a French couple around a children’s store and then just happened to strike up a conversation with them en français.
Stalker sidestory: aw, speaking of stalkerish behaviors. On Saturday morning my wife and went to scope out some tile on the way to her pre natal yoga class. We stopped at a grocery store in the north part of town to use the bathroom and to purchase a bottle of water. While there I recognized this tall woman who was roaming the aisles. She happened to be someone I worked with eight years ago when I was a manager of a suburban pasta joint. We chatted for a bit, exchanged emails, and then parted ways. So later that evening my wife and I got dinner in West Seattle and guess who ends up getting seated right behind us? Yep, it was the tall former co-worker again with her boyfriend. Considering I haven’t seen this person in eight years and then saw her twice in one day in different parts of the town was rather freaky. (end tangent)
Finally, I highly doubt you want to hear about the nice 60 degree day we had here in Seattle on Saturday. I know you’d rather read how I scribbled some smart ass remark on the side of someone’s dirty car. Alas, there are still four more days to go this week. The mischief finds me.
TODAY’S RULED OUT BABY NAMES: Billy Bob, Zsa Zsa, Harrison, Mary-Kate, Dweezil, and Tyra.
…still in the hunt –> Birch, Liam, Flika, and Dermot.