It’s almost Friday.
And I’ve been doing the banking and simple finishing on a couple of knit accessories, reading, playing Angry Birds, watching a few minutes of MSNBC news and a few minutes of American Idol, which was a scream with a female ventriloquist singer from Texas (she was good!) and putting off my post while complaining of pain from the pinched spinal-thingy I have going on.
And then I got a call from Zach. He has been robbed at gunpoint.
My heart is pounding. My skin is crawling around.
I will win this argument and he will not deliver pizza again. We can find something safer for him to do while he finishes college.
Wow. My sense of humor has deserted me.
I’m going to have to get back to you when it returns.