Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Look at me, I'm watching daytime TV, because the Braves came on at 1 p.m. Tom Glavine is pitching, but for the wrong team. That's just wrong, son. It's drizzling outside, with thunderstorms on the way, and I feel guilty as sin with my big bare feet propped up on the coffee table.
Alyssa just left, Tabby is napping, and I'm done grocery shopping, clothes are washed, and supper will be spaghetti.
Fabian has been delightful and even Joey has apologized for nutting up all week.
Tonight I'll be Cristy's proud mama at her honors program and tomorrow Sergi will be here. All this adds up for some pretty good times.