Don't worry if you don't hear from me tomorrow
7:10 p.m. - 2003-05-29
If I don't post tomorrow, it will be because I am too exhausted to write. You see, tomorrow is field day. Need I say more? Okay. Tomorrow I will spend all day in the roasting Texas sun while hundreds of sweaty, stinky children drone on and on with incessant noise like, "Can I get a drink of water?" and "When are we going inside?" and "It's hot." and "Can I get a band-aid from the nurse?" Blah, blah, blah. Get away, kid. You bother me.
I was supposed to have a date tomorrow night (Amarillo guy is in town for his sister's wedding). I think I'm going to pass because quite frankly, I'd be just as happy here at home. If I want to go to a bar, I'll just sit on my new barstools and pretend I'm at a bar.
You guessed it. Payday again. I bought an educational toy for Alyssa (Leapfrog Leap Pad), and some new barstools. Yay me. Yay money.
I know a lot of you are worried and full of curiousity as to what happened to my guinea pigs while I was galavanting in Arkansas last weekend. My friend Kim piggy sat for me. I did not miss them. They are guinea pigs. Okay, I did worry about them a little bit because she has 2 dogs and a cat. Guinea pigs are rodent-like. Dogs and cats are anti-rodent like. All is well with Arthur and Edward. All is well.
Today at school, Joy dropped a table on her foot. She stayed at school. Badge of bravery for Joy, please. She is a super trooper. I've gotten extremely lazy about linking. Joy's diary is joy. I'm trying to convince her to get a guestbook.
In conclusion, I have no conclusion.