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26 August Do I really have to go back to work today? Really? Nothing spoils a person more than a three day weekend. Fortunately, next weekend is also a three day weekend. I'll be even more spoiled going back to work after that one.
So, yesterday was another staying at home day, though I hadn't planned on it. In fact, I was going to get up and go see Metamorphoses, but I woke up before the alarm and realized that the one thing that I really wanted to do was sleep plenty more. I only actually ended up sleeping half an hour longer than my alarm wanted me to, and I could certainly still have gotten into the city and gotten a good seat, but I just felt like not rushing or moving around rapidly or anything.
It was a really beautiful day. I went out to get my Last McDonald's Breakfast for Quite a While (going back on Weight Watchers today, so no more can do) and I certainly should have remembered exactly how many chai crème frappuccinos I won't be having either (must figure out how many points they are), I bought some potatoes because only after volunteering to make the mashed potatoes for the barbecue did I realize that I had run out. There weren't any Yukon Gold potatoes, which means that I had to buy inferior Easterns. I won't make that mistake again, I'll buy russets or something, Easterns are quite taste-free. In the afternoon we had the barbecue, burgers and dogs and corn and beans and my bland potatoes, and it was a beautiful afternoon to spend in the back yard, taking pictures of the children. My birthday presents from Cynthia were the DVDs of The Princess Bride, which I already have, but this is the special edition, and my father's Star Trek episode and a bunch of great-smelling soaps and a couple of scrubbies from The Body Shop. And then there was cake! And I blew out the candles, and I made a big wish. And that was my birthday weekend.
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