“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” So I will be very good and refrain from commenting on how I feel this morning about the coming week.
Instead, I’ll ask YOU about how your weekend went! Did you get everything done? Are you happy it’s Monkday? Are you filled with dread?
Last night, we celebrated Bob’s birthday. It was a fantastic party, with great food (and the cakes went over well, whew what a relief), and fun people (about 20 or so). I actually got to spend time with my own children — how about that? The Js were there too, which was a highlight for me. And I must comment on their wonderful behavior, given that they were in an enclosed space for two hours without being able to go out and play (it was raining). Jake didn’t hit what Hannah calls “the silly wall” until just before it was time to leave. So proud of both boys, yay.
The birthday boy had a grand time, I think. Don’t you think the mug bears a striking resemblance?
Once again, hope you had a good weekend. I’m late for the showers and the road. Where’d that weekend go anyhow?
I definitely had a grand time at Bob’s birthday feast! Besides Jake sitting on my lap while he ate his cake, the best part of the night was when Bob played his accordion and Kay danced a polka with the Thriller! Such fun! I did wake up this morning in a foul mood, stiff and sore, but you got me thinking about the fun I had last night and now, I’m feeling a bit better! Sure hope your week goes like you picture it in your head, Bird! Love you!
I totally forgot to mention the polka! I wish I’d had the camera ready, dang! It was a great night for sure.
And sorry you woke up in a funk this morning, too. BLAH. But I’m posting this during my prep (last period of the day), so I’m done with rehearsals and everything went basically well, despite some tenor craziness. I hope things go well for you tonight and tomorrow — and the week drags on and on…