PW just sent me a text asking if I was going to go to the Christmas party with them Saturday (last time there was a party, the answer to my query was, “we don’t do that stuff,”) or something similar so I was surprised. But then came, “I’m singing.” And, “I’m bringing desserts. And salad and rolls.” Now I understand the invitation.
I don’t know if my migraine will be gone enough by then. It flared up again this morning, so I’m not optimistic.
I’m cold.
Two guys who somewhat resemble Mutt and Jeff are outside trying to vacuum up leaves that have been through 2 days of rain.
It’s not going smoothly.
Right now they’re trying to blow-dry them, I guess.
The Princess thinks it’s interesting.
Last year they didn’t even try so I’m surprised to see them out there.
I’m not cold right now: it’s 76 in here, because teh bros were using the oven. However, I’m anxious and jittery.