tonight, I'll spend an hour on the freaking telephone trying to figure out when and where austin will be playing soccer -- inside or out? and it just started SNOWING so they better get a dayglo ball. Then, well actually,
while I'm on the telephone, I'll consume a few Southpaws. I'll migrate to the couch with a Southpaw and open my $3 copy of According to the Rolling Stones, pretend to read a page or two and fall asleep. Hopefully, my mouth will be closed.
saturday will be spent soccering and shopping (not fun shopping, just the grocery kind). Hopefully season 1 of King of the Hill will arrive in the mail from Netflix and the kids will watch tv and let me pretend to read. I might play Kumbaya on my guitar ad nauseum because it's the only thing I know how to play right now.
sunday. now there's a day rife with possibilities. to launder or not to launder? should I color my hair? I really need to do something about hair on my upper lip too.
is that too much information?
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Like me, the "g" is silent.