can't trust that day

You know how it feels like there are either 30 years or 30 seconds between Friday evening and Monday morning but you aren't sure which and then when you throw yourself to the wolves when the whistle blows you aren't surrounded by any of the people that you wish you were and you feel so damned lonely that you walk out the front door of your building just to find somewhere to be alone but everyone is everywhere so you pretend they are doing the same thing just to make yourself feel better about your current situation, which will pass by noon just like it always does and you know by dinner time you'll be wishing for the peace of your office rather than the tug at your apron strings while you look at the messes you didn't clean up on Saturday when you actually had a chance?

Me neither, but I feel really bad for those that do.

So pathetic.

I haven't been to the beach yet this summer.
That has to change.

My grill has cobwebs in it.
That is very Unamerican this time of year.

I just ate a grape that completely changed my life for the better.
It was reddish on top and yellowish on the bottom and seedless and crisp.
Does anyone know what kind that was? I'm gonna need these on the daily.

I took care of two kids this weekend. Jake and his nine year old cousin. They did a great job of keeping one another entertained. Jake is a great Little Brother type, he loves to learn and try things that big kids can do. He loses his patience and his shiz with babies. It's almost funny. I think he gets it from his mom. If I didn't feel his frustration, he would probably get a swift kick because of the way he acts when he is around someone who can't talk or walk.

I bought Twister on a whim. And kicked everyone's ass in the Tri-state area. You know how I sort of look like a spider with it's middle legs pulled off? Not convenient for everyday living, but it makes for a good time every now and then.

I haven't played that game since I was 13, in my dad's basement with my brothers during a tornadic storm. It seems like a bad joke now, Twister during twisters. Kids tied in knots and falling on a concrete floor is so charming.

Why don't they still make lawn darts?