Good morning.
I keep wanting to comment, but I end up getting side-tracked into something else.
My iHerb order came last night, but no one knocked or rang the doorbell, and I didn’t know it was on my doorstep until I checked my email this morning. GAH!
There have been a dozen things since then to distract me, so I’m on FR on a hit-and-miss basis. I’m still not completely dressed, and I don’t know if my feet are cold or not. I suspect they are, but neuropathy and all that...
Anyway, I promise I’ll repent and be better at sticking with it! ;o]
So what has this Saturday got to offer the folks in the Tax-chick household?
Choir at 10:00, followed by lunch. Then we’ll see. It’s not seriously cold, but it’s also not sunny. Frank needs his hair cut, so maybe we’ll do that.
Tom often comes over and goes shopping with DP, but I haven’t heard anything about plans so far.
Drama Queen and the Boy with Good Teeth are supposed to come by tomorrow for supper. I’m mad at her because she “offered” to sell her junk car to Patrick for an outrageous price, presumably after learning that its trade-in value was virtually zero.
I explained to Patrick that she was trying to swindle him, and that this summer, when the other boys have their learners’ permits and will need the Avalon, he and his dad can go look for a car that will be reliable for several years.