Saturday, June 26, 2004
I will finish template-tweaking later.
Tomorrow I work from eleven-thirty in the a.m. until eight o'clock in the p.m. Eddie Bob turns twelve on Monday. The past few birthdays, The Father takes us out to eat at the restaurant of our choice. Eddie wants us all to eat at Arby's, and he's asked me several times this week if I work Monday, but I won't know until Fuddruckers deems it necessary to inform me of my schedule tomorrow evening. I suspect he wants me to be at the little party. I ought to start calling him "The Beav".
The kid owns several Calvin and Hobbes collections, so for his birthday present I shall present him with the latest in Get Fuzzy. He might not understand some of the humour, but he can read it again in a few years and say to himself: "Ahhh... soooo!" It's the gift that keeps on giving, but it is not chlamydia... Eddie will probabaly get that later, though.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 9:45 PM]