I just went downstairs.

Little “A” is conked out on the couch.  Doug is passed out on the floor.  Big “A” went to sleep an hour ago.

It’s 12:28 a.m. that is 28 minutes past midnight.

Ha Ha!  Light weights!

 

It’s been an interesting and non productive Friday , with me doing about 6 loads of linens due to them being packed in a cardboard box in a warehouse for 2 months.  Also put up curtains and a few wall things.  It’s starting to look nice in here.  I felt REALLY guilty tho when after 5 p.m.  I was soooo tired I crashed without making dinner.  I promised Doug spaghetti and all he got was a big nothing! to be fair, he went on an hour long bike ride by himself after work.  His  Suzuki gxr 1000 is his “other wife”. 

 Big “A” stepped in and made a boxed meal tho, I was really proud of that move by her!  It was good too.

 

After dinner, I took the girls to Sonic to get my favorite, Fresh Lime slush and their yum yums too. 

 

When we came back, Doug started singing Karoake with Little “A”.  Some highlights:

~He cannot sing.

~He’s a microphone hog.  Little “A” has left the room in disgust before, over her daddy’s apparent unwillingness to take turns.

~He’s like our new dog with his chew toy.  If you come up to him and try to pet him while he has the chew toy, our dog will growl at you.  Ditto for my husband and his karoake mike!

 

Well, they both are snoring now. 

 

 We  watched a movie earlier.  It was called

phone Booth.

  In it, the main character is forced to stay inside a phone booth talking to a maniac sniper. He can’t escape or he’ll be shot.  Mindless entertainment (don’t watch it.) besides being laced with cuss words.

Well, that’s my friday evening.  I’ve long since retreated to the bedroom where I can think in peace.  It’ s not really helping, so I will prolly retire to bed now, or watch a few dozen half hour crime solving shows on TRU TV.