Friday night plights

So yeah, its Friday.  This is supposedly a weekend night, right?  For frolicking, frivolity, and a bunch of other fun sounding words that start with F.  There's nothing frivolous going on here whatsoever, unless you consider a 6:00 PM jaunt to Qdoba as high rollin'.  But still, I feel strangely content.  Knowing I could come write to this blog seems to be relaxing me.

The day was quiet and productive.  Worked from home today, which sounds slackerish but truthfully I've worked harder from home than I do at the office each and every time I've done it.  Admittedly, today I took advantage of my wireless modem and some beautiful weather and worked for the first 5 hours on my deck.  Business casual??  Hardly.  It was certainly exciting and new to be doing programming work and interacting with my boss with just a swimsuit on.  I hope we have another sunny day this weekend, lest I have some 'splainin to do when I walk in with a nice new tan on Monday!!

For some reason I obsess about getting my feet tan.  Its weird-o-licious to say the least.  As a kid, I would NEVER go barefoot, it was like taboo or something.  Nowadays I find myself trying to go shoeless whenever and wherever I can.  So all morning I sat there, making sure my pale wintered feet were finding the rays of sunshine beneath my chair.  I'm sure I've got a nice base going there but the first time I go golfing I'll wind up with sock lines anyhow.

Fast-forward to now.  Everyone is in bed already.  I can hear the new puppy whimpering in the basement, like an injured seal or something.  No, not SEAL, she's not ready to take out terrorists just yet.  I hope one day she goes into the crate and realizes its just for sleeping and all will be ok in the AM.  For now I just hang on and hope the whining stops within 30 minutes and that I don't get awoken at sunrise to a crate full of dog feces.  YUMMY

This weekend is Mother's Day, which always strikes the delicate balance between my own mother and the mother here in the household.  I always think its kinda weird how important it is for the husband to make sure Mother's Day goes off without a hitch.  I mean, really, I'm not the son here!!   But, again, I whinegress.  That's my new word for digressing and whining.  Got it?

I've bored you all enough for a Friday.  I'm going to take some cough syrup and pass out soon.  Peace out.