Friday is my first day of having to be at work at 8:30, as opposed to the luxurious noon start time I had. So I'm writing this Thursday night at 9:00 p.m. I came home at 5:00, worked on freelance stuff till now, and I am achy and exhausted and ready for bed. I am waiting for Ned to call, because he always calls, but he is later than usual. This probably means he had a bad day. So I'll be hearing about that if he ever calls.
My point is, I thought I'd do the thing where I put up pictures of things I kept meaning to put up other days and get off on tangents. I know. Tangents? June?
I keep forgetting to tell you that the other night, when we were at the Greek place, we'd paid up and were ready to leave. And when I say "we" paid up I mean Ned. The point is, all those women were dancing around the restaurant, and Ned said, "It'd be rude if we got up and left before this song ended."
"You know, these chicks aren't the entertainment," I said. "They just chose to get up and dance." "Still," said Ned, who is nicer than me.
So, you know, we kept sipping our water and shifting around in our chairs and watching the dancing and dudes. The song would not end. It was all Greek Greek Greek, music music music. "Is this song based on the Iliad?" asked Ned. "Or maybe both the Iliad and the Odyssey?"
I had forgotten he said that till the other day at fake work, while I was on the pot, which is how Grace Kelly starts a lot of her blog posts, but it struck me so funny I started giggling in my stall.
While people brought in their kids for Halloween, Ashley brought Cash. Remember Cash, who came over for a play date and was the perfect dog? He is SIX MONTHS OLD and so good. Am trying not to think hostile thoughts about Edsel right now.
Oh! Ned is calling!