Here is a picture of some unsightly, end-of-the-season sunflowers that I took yesterday.
Hey, now here's something I spaced-out this weekend - I forgot to tag the next person to think of a word to photograph for next week. I choose, Laura B. Let's see if she can come up with something better than I did. At least she won't be half-drunk when she thinks of it.
Okay, I'm going to try really hard to keep this much shorter, if not sweeter, than yesterday's post. It should be easy, since I didn't do jack today. (who's Jack, and did I miss something by not doing him?) I promise to spare you any details, but work was crazy again. By the time I got home, I had already decided to do as little as possible, and I think I met my goal. My ex's car is all messed up again, so I'm now the sole member of our family taxi service. I did a bit of driving and then I did a lot of playing BioShock.
I have one question for those who read my blog and have played the game. I'm not completely done with it yet, but can anyone tell me what happens, when you harvest the little girls instead of saving them? I'm dying to know, and I'd be happy to share what happens the other way too. Okay, enough of my illness. On to the next thing.
Tomorrow I have to...Uh, I mean, get to go watch Stinky do some kind of marching band extravaganza that they apparently refer to as a "follies". I'm envisioning a Busby Berkeley style show, where they wear outlandish costumes and everything is perfectly in sync. But if it's like the band geek stuff was at my high school, there should be a bunch of surly teenagers, shuffling and looking uncomfortable.
Okay, I think that's enough drivel for one post.