ok, i lied. i TOTALLY TOTALLY LIED.
i don’t have many many important things to report.
but it is suddenly summer here in spfld illinois. i just had a peanut butter cholate sugar cone from baskin robbins and it was heavenly.
i need to make a birthday cake tonight so that i can decorate it tomorrow night. but i feel that somehow this will not actually happen tonight. because the night is slipping away from me.
in a minute i’m going to watch a re-run of “sex & the city” with randy.
taxes done? it seems that most people got their done years ago. maybe they’re the lucky people who got money BACK. i’m going to mail mine in on monday night at midnight. or maybe it has to be done by 11:59.
randy is fixing up his basement. he has a very lovely home, but he’s been obsessed with fixing up his basement for a very long time. he finally managed to control the flooding, by getting various companies to fix it, at great expense, and now he’s painting and he’s getting carpet. then he will put up his ping pong table, and he will kick my ass in ping pong.
today i kicked his ass in boggle. we played in the middle of the day, because he’s taking the day off to fix up his basement.
T. (thoreau) and i brought arby’s sandwiches to randy for lunch, except we went through the drive through and i never even go to arby’s and i certainly never drive through, but when we got here, they hadn’t actually included my arby’s roast beef sandwich in the sack. so that was too bad. i made up for it by eating a lot of m&m’s.
amy says all men have a desire to have caves, which is why they’re all about the basements. it must be some cro-magnum primal thing. randy is going to have a bar and striped walls. it will be nice, i’m sure.
maybe i’ll get good at ping pong. probably not. the last time randy and i played ping pong, i pretty much spent the whole time chasing the ball all around the basement because of the difficulty i have with hitting a ball of any kind.
perhaps i’ll just sit at the new bar and make myself exotic drinks, watching others play ping pong.
i hope you didn’t write the date of the comedy show i’m going to be in in your calendare in INK, like i did, because now instead of being at the end of may, it’s going to be july 7th and 8th. a LONG way away, but it will be worth it. we’ll be very very well-prepared by then.
i have to watch tv now. and then maybe make a cake.
or not.
maybe the cake-baking will wait till tomorrow. maybe even tomorrow night, because i can’t think of a more festive or exciting way to start the weekend.
ok ok ok,
thursday grace.