Cause this is not going to be a long post nor an interesting one. I'm at home...can't really say I'm alone since Gord is in his room sleeping and the Dude is purring on my hip with chin on arm, but Steve isn't here. He's gone out for a bachelor party-type evening. Well, let me clear that up because by that it sounds like he's at the rippers. He had to miss his friends bachelor party last weekend so tonight he is going out with him and a few others who also missed the festivities, to play some pool and do some drinking.
Steve said he wouldn't be drinking tonight but brought the Focus instead of the Impala in the unlikely event he had to cab it home at leave the car at the bar. Hmmm, I know what that means. I'm going to hear him wretching at 4 in the morning. Hee hee, just kidding, sorry for the visual. However, given that Steve has had the fortunate opportunity to sleep in from time to time (since he works from home some days), we made an agreement that it would only be fair if I got to sleep in tomorrow (because I drool worse than Gord when I see Steve slumbering in bed). I told him as he left to keep in mind that he has to get up bright and early with Gordie and allow me to sleep in. I don't want to take any chances with sorry excuses being thrown around. No, no. I've been looking forward to this one and I won't let my chance slip away. I just know though that come tomorrow morning, Steve will happily get up and take Gord downstairs, but then the worst thing is going to happen. Murphy (you know, that guy who wrote all those silly laws) is going to prevent me from falling back to sleep. I already know this is going to happen. Ah well. Being in bed will be nice enough I guess.
Well, this post has gotten longer than I expected. I'm not too interested in the t.v. and will probably head off to bed soon. My gosh, the froshies at the university haven't even started pre-drinking for their night at the bars yet. You know you're old when...
Have a good one all.