February 2010
5 posts
on waking
Me: It's 8:00! Oh, we've slept in late today.
Him: Maybe on Planet Zog, but here it's a fine time to sleep in to. See? There's daylight, that means it's time to be awake. We don't need to be up at dawn. It's not like we have a field to plow.
Me: Mebbe, but this plan is going to bite you in the ass come summer.
Him: Siestas. Siestas in summer.
The Auction
Many of you know that over the past year, I’ve been going through the household goods of my departed Great Uncle Jack (and by extension, his wife Ruby, who passed long ago). I absolutely could not have done it without the generous and untiring help of friends, and I’m hoping to ask just one last favor of you all. It’s an easy one, though: come out to the auction on Saturday...