I did the laundry.
I watched Pooh. And I'm talking classic Pooh, no Darby here. I did cringe a little when the boys asked where she was
I worked out.
I took my kids swimming.
I entertained someone else's child while swimming.
(really, just because your child is playing with my children doesn't mean you can go to the other side of the pool and relax, all nonchalant like, even if you are a Dad.
I ate cake.
I drank coffee. It was good.
A new Marie Claire came in the mail, which actually contained an entire article about preventive skin-care specifically for thirty-year-olds, which, I almost am. Happy Birthday to me.
I joined yet another social network.
I got speeding ticket. My first in Tennessee. Yes, on the street I drive on every dang day. It was one of those times where you know its going to happen, even before it does, or at least that's how I felt when I slammed on the brakes. And my car, it was so low on gas I had to turn it off while he wrote the ticket. How embarrassing would that have been?
"Yes, officer, thank you for that $95 fine. Now if you don't mind, would you please run up to the corner and get me some gas? And hurry, because the nursery at the Y closes in 30 minutes." There goes my no-ticket streak.
How was your day?