Friday, May 11, 2007

What to Say on Friday

I'm kind of worn out today. I've been staying up later than I should, and oversleeping. Otherwise, I feel pretty good, but I don't have much to say today.

So, weekend plans! Tonight, I'm taking Monty to Spiderman 3 for an early birthday present. Tomorrow, my aunt is flying in from Utah, so mom and I will be picking her up at the airport. Sunday is Mother's Day, and that will be spent at my grandmother's house for dinner. We'll be missing the EMS kayak demo day. Who's stupid idea was it to put that on a semi-holiday anyway? Fox said he heard it was going to be quite an event this year. Oh well! Pick a better day, morons!

While I'm here, I want to amend Tuesday's post a little. Don't worry, this is short! While I don't believe in fictional characters like smart blonds, Santa Clause, and good men, I do recognize that sometimes they happen in nature. I'm not going to pass an opportunity if one should come along, but I'm not going to waste my days hoping for something impossible to happen either.

Hopefully that will satisfy those of you (you know who you are!) who decided to yell at me that someone might come along. Maybe, but I don't believe one will and so won't wait around for one, but won't deny it if it should happen! Better?


Willow Goldentree said...

I was yelling at you in my head *wink.* Yeah, I've never met a smart blond. hahahaha- thanks for the laugh.

Fyrecreek said...

Yeah, I knew you were. You were one of the non-vocal ones!

Oh, good lawyers are fictional too. And good politicians.

Anann said...

Wait a minute...what's this about blondes?!

Fyrecreek said...

Nothing! Just that you'd sooner find a smart one on TV or in a book or something, that's where all the good men seem to be. You missed the part where we conceded that sometimes these fictional characters make it into the real world. ;)

Anann said...

Oh, I didn't miss it. LOL I was just hoping I was the exception and not the rule.

I guess I'm not very blonde...But what little blonde I do have, I will hang on to for dear life, dagnabbit!

And, yeah, don't worry. Good men sneak through sometimes. Always when you're least expecting them, too. When I met Mike I was wearing sweatpants and my reading glasses. Sexy. :S A little preparation would have been nice.

Fyrecreek said...

If one doesn't sneak through in the next few months, it will be too late for me. See why I don't believe in them?