Two months with Not Much To Do stretch ahead of me, so yesterday I spent hanging out with Number One Son, talking about guitar playing and the use of combs which have quite gone out of practice and admiring his new red car; then shopping for lacy underwear, making dinner, and then watching another three hours of the third season of Six Feet Under.
So today instead of catching up on my extraordinarily organized program to write apa comments a little at a time every day (which worked fine for the first three days and then crashed), I am going to the State Fair. The chestnut horses are even now pulling my royal carriage into the drive.
So today instead of catching up on my extraordinarily organized program to write apa comments a little at a time every day (which worked fine for the first three days and then crashed), I am going to the State Fair. The chestnut horses are even now pulling my royal carriage into the drive.