Is it Friday yet?
I'm not traveling anywhere exciting. I'm not doing any blogger meet-ups (unless pottyphobe starts her own damn blog, 'cause I will be meeting up with her at some point). I will be relaxing in the good weather, drinking beer (if wonderful Not So Angry Husband buys some at the store on his way back home from work tonight), and perhaps hitting a golf ball or two.
I'll also be working. So will NSAH. Work has been nuts for the both of us. It's 9:30 now and I'm actually still not done with the work I have to do tonight. I'm just taking a break between assignments. Luckily, the work I have is work that I don't mind doing--as opposed to work that makes me bang my head against the wall.* NSAH, well, his head-banging days are numbered, I hope. Tonight he came home for about 20 minutes just to spend some time with Angry Boy before the little guy went to bed. And then he went right back to work. At least I can work from home.
When I picked up AB from school today, he was one of three kids (out of six, I think) left in class. One of his teachers was reading to them from a big storybook. As I walked into the classroom, the other two kids turned around, and one of them even walked toward me. Not AB. He was engrossed in the book. He was sitting right up close, his head leaning back and his mouth slightly open. It's the same look I'd get if I'd had too much beer and was watching a movie from the front row. Not that I've ever done that.
* Speaking of which, any of you ever have the pleasure of opening the paper and seeing unflattering stories about your client(s)? Yeah. This was me, earlier this week: "Oh, shit... Oh, well." (picks up another section) "Oh, shit!... Oh, well."