I had a nice weekend, I reckon, though I wasn't exactly productive. At least, on Saturday.
First, Stella has a cold so she was kind of a crabass. We got her out of the house and went to Snuffy's Malt Shop, where the food was eh. Then, to work off some of the eh, we went to some sort of hippy grocery store that smell of odd spices I can't digest and homeopathy cures for things I didn't even know could be wrong with you. Running out of there, we went for a nice drive and went home, where the food sitting in my gut lulled me into a nap. My wife took this time to be productive, the dogs took this time to be insane, and the little one turned on the whine.
But it wasn't sunny and I was kind of mellow. So I spent the remainder of the day playing Borderlands while the wife and Sammy watched a lot of Dick Van Dyke on Netflix.
Sunday, however, was different, as the sun was shining and things were a happening. The whine of the sick one was still running around 8.9 on the scale, but I managed to clean out the garage a bit and convert it to summer mode, releasing the bikes from their hanging punishment on the walls.
So it was nice enough, but what would have been really nice would have been a cold and whine free Stella.
Can't have it all, I guess.
You go have a day.