What are friends for? That's the little piggy asking, BTW.

[helenkacan]

Well, if their name is John, then you believe he kicked one of your slippers under the bed yesterday evening, making you have to wear your sandals all day long. And, then, he calls you up after 5 today, asking if you'd like to go for a 4-mile walk! Um ... no. Because it took forever to recover from the last time you did that.

And, if their name is Brian, then you miss him while he's gone on a week's vacation. And, then, when the week is over, he doesn't even let you know he's alive! Sheesh.

Oh, well. In other, far more mundane news, M called and we talked about piggies and horsies and perhaps having dinner at my place on Thursday. M also was very cautious in making me reconsider going to church on Sunday so I did the boring, careful thing and cancelled my rides. Bah, humbug. Not to mention, Yes, dear. ::giggles::

Watched my usual Tuesday night programs, though I just found out that one program didn't record on my 'puter because the signal was too weak. Grrrrrr. I hate it when technology (or anyone/anything, for that matter) defies me. And ::pouts::, no Carson Kressley.

Anyway, my eye feels scratchy tonight, so I really, really should pack it in and go to bed. Really!

Piggy-smart but otherwise bored hugs,
H.