I’m waiting around, tapping my fingers or something useful like that, waiting for the kid to come home from his photography field trip to Chicago. I guess that, when you’re 19, “calling the parents” isn’t high on your list of favorite activitites. But still…
I sent a revamped Fluffy the Laptop on with him (I’ve named the new one Cecy, by the way, after a character in several Ray Bradbury Stories — see “The Traveller”) and am worried he just let it lay around any old where. I’m a mother — I have to worry about something.
Very soon it will be too hot to blog. The HVAC people assured us last year that they had repaired the AC well enough that it will never break down again. Yeah… I hope they call me back soon.
You all seem to be having lots of fun with Tom DeLay… I think I’ll just leave him there. Lord knows he could use the exercise. š
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