Let’s see, for anybody trying to keep track of this particular (boring) soap opera…

Friday night the kids voted to NOT go to gymnastics. So much for date night. We stayed home and griped at each other instead.

Saturday morning my wife started cleaning the garage at 6:30. You know, to beat the heat. I could give you lots of details (enough for a small book), but we’ll sum it up this way: we finished about 7:00 saturday night. In between we hauled a bunch of shit to the curb. A bunch. I ought to get a picture. So our garage is livable now.

I also managed to install a phone line to the office. So this is how I’m typing this on my new computer on our new-ish DSL.

And Saturday night we watched the first half of season one of “Sex and the City”. Um, I guess I’m a male, and I’m over forty, so take that into consideration when I say I’m not exactly hooked. It wasn’t bad, far from it, but I’m not gonna rush out and buy all the DVDs. That’s what Netflix is for, I suppose.

Also Saturday’s garage cleaning marathon counted as foreplay. Ahem.

Sunday morning my son’s first words to me is “You are shit.” Alrighty then, I guess we know how this morning is gonna go. Much drama ensued. Much. But we managed to get some grocery shopping done, and watched a movie on TV.

Sunday during the day I took the kids to the park so that mom could clean (inside this time) and launder and we had some kick-ass bratwurst on the grill and I’m drinking cheap wine (the label actually just says “red” on it) and waiting for another shoe to drop.

Hope y’all are well.