Poker kills me. I finished 40/985 or something like that. When I finish, I log off quickly so as to not see comments about my stupid play. Thought I could bluff, but that person with high pairs called me. They have their nerve.
What a wonderful weekend! Work yesterday for a short time, but then dinner at Natilli's. Apricot glazed chicken...mmmm.
Hockey this morning and Monkeyboy's team moves on in tournament. A good game. Then some relaxing time trying to figure out how to put movies on a disc. Dinner tonight was fabulous. We had such fun, and I think I was the brightest, although Sprout answered some of the questions before I did. Just because she and Monkeyboy learned the answers in science this wekk....geesh.
I love Sundays. It is a time to wake up when I feel like it, read the paper, have breakfast whenever I feel like it. It's just kicking back and taking time to relax.
I am going to the shelter tomorrow. Cannot wait, they got lots of dogs in there that I can visit with and have some paytime. I listen to Jackie and how she trains her Madigan, and I listen to Sandy and how she enjoys pics of Bella. I love dog owners. Well, most of them. Jackie should train dogs. She has a lot of patience and common sense. And Sandy should take the dogs, just cause she loves them.
My friend, Michele, came to visit us at Phipps. She is headed for Vegas. I was going to give her money to play for me, but given my luck at poker, I decide against it.
Bean is in rehersal for Aida, and soon will start with Jesus Christ, Superstar. It's going to be a busy time for her.
I sold calendars this year which had pictures of the city. I am trying to take more, with the collaborations of Mark. Mark is a tough critic, but it is helpful to have his input. Hopefully, I will double my sales this year.
I cannot believe the time. This is what happens when Mippy and Bird cook an excellent dinner that makes me fall asleep as soon as I sit down to watch TV. Then I have to wake up and it is morning at 9:30 PM.