It was an average Thursday with some un-average things that happened within it.
Slept in late, got up and did the three S's...
Visited, had brunch and came back to home base.
Went out, visited again, had a drink... Again, returned to home base.
Visited yet again after a stop over Grandma's house, came back and watched football.
Took a brief nap and got up to blog this right here.
See, an average Thursday with a few non-average things happening right in the middle there.
Folks were off work, traffic was calm and finally ran into chitterlings on the very last visit. I avoided them like the plague. Got a chance to watch all three football games with the exception of when I was riding. I didn't have to drive, my wife did that. Sweet ass. Let's see if she's game for running the interstate at o-dark thirty tomorrow morning in the next installment of the Ntimbanjayo Family Roadtrip.
She might be.
No turkeys or pigs were harmed in the making of our Thursday. It was good to get out and see people, good to meet others. You'd be surprised how much of today was a t-shirt and crocs styled day.
I hear Friday will be huge for some. Hope y'all ain't still drunk offa' food...
Blah, blah, blah (hey sis!)...
And that was my Thursday.
BUTTERSCOTCH!!!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thursday Blahs
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Sounded like a good Thursday to me! Look out for the idiots still hungover from tonite/last night they didn't get no sleep cuz they got to get some item that's only on sale from dark 30 to dark 45! LOL
Cool to see I am not the only one who credits getting the 3 S's in as a component of a good day.
Since I am not allowed to drive, the SFC has to be a road warrior ... and she gets her props for that. At least the two of you can 'pilot-co pilot' things!
Enjoy the weekend!
I spent a majority of yesterday simply being grateful. Through all my frustration...I still mustered enough strength to be appreciative. I am thankful for.....you. For being you, for having this blog and for following me.
Thank you so much.
Really? Nah...
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