TGIM

Night one:
I made a last minute decision to attend a book group meeting. It was Thursday, I had just gone for a swim and I figured, what the hell - I'll only be an hour or two, no one will stay late and I love rehashing the book with some different opinions.

I pull in, there's only one extra car... I'm hoping I have the right house, hoping that a few more people will show up as the hostess is newish to the group and I don't know her that well. Well, there's only four of us total and we proceed to discuss the book for about ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

I got home at TWO a.m. - I've no idea how it got to be 1:45 and why the hostess didn't do a 'stand up and yawn' around midnight, but she didn't and we stayed and stayed and talked and talked. A good time but I was having a friend and her kids over on Friday and I knew I'd be paying for it.

Night Two:
The friends arrived at 10:30 a.m. and left, when I did, at 6:45 p.m. We swam, we grilled, we margaritad.

I was yawning preeeety much constantly by 6:30 so I stuck to caffeine while SP and I were enjoying some pre-Potter munchies. The movie was good and darkish, much like the book. Too bad the acting is just meh. Well, with the exception of Alan Rickman. Could anyone else be Snape? Ever? No. And Bellatrix...looking forward to more of Bellatrix in the HBP movie. There were a lot of shortcuts, probably most of them necessary but as I had just reread the book I still felt a bit gypped. Still, I was glad I saw it and even happier that there's only one week until Book 7. Did I mention the movie started at 10:45 p.m.? Home by 1:46 a.m. Yawn.

Night Three:
I can only remember that we took the kids fishing in the evening and my plans for their 8 p.m. bedtime fell by the wayside. After that I worked on finishing up my daughter's new library/knitting/polly pocket bag. She wanted a dog embroidered on it so I set to work because it was the only thing I had left to do and I really wanted it done. So, because their bedtime was more like 9:30 p.m. and I'm not the speediest of embroiderers (damn you, satin stitch!) I was up until two a.m. Again.


Night Four:
Passed out at 8 p.m. in the girlie's bed and slept until 8:30 this morning.


Lamest post ending. Ever. Lamest post by Jenny. Ever.

Sorry, it's Monday.