Ahh.

Lovely day with both of my darlings. Kids were both 'occupied in a positive fashion', so my day was free.

They showed up bearing gifts, as always; this time it was loads of fresh fruit and homebaked onion rye bread. I love it when men bring me food, lol.

We drove around for hours, blasting music and conversationally screaming over it at each other..then went to a favorite park and hung out on the roundabout, swings and jungle gym and behaved like total simpletons until it got dark. Before dusk settled, we got out The Purple Glasses (TM) to enjoy the sunset..Surreal...it is almost Purple Glasses Season (TM) here, heh.

Trippin' without drugs, mon.

!@#$%

Spent a good portion of the day weeding the patio. That's right, the patio. It looked like the Amazon..could hardly see the bricks anymore. I got three bucketfuls of weeds. (Sorry, weeds. You had a good run, you got to admit. I let you party all summer.)

Boy, are the ants pissed, though.

I think there is some kind of huge underbrick complex thing going on there (I swear I saw eggs or something of that sort..all weird and jelly-looking and *wiggling*..I put the brick back oh, so gently..). The fuckers ran right up inside my pantleg in a line..freaked me the hell out.

It really looks nice now. Too bad my nails are shot.

And BG, FWIW..I was honestly not on all day, as I had to haul my sister around today, also..her car is down, maybe never to recover.

The Eagles play Tampa Bay tonight, in about 15 minutes...Alright, you can all stop laughing now.

No joy in Mudville...it aint over, but it's *over*..

Opening game in the new stadium..why did it have to be against Tampa Bay? (NotabadOmenNotabadOmenNotabadOman)

This shoulda been the night we showed 'em. Yeah, I know. Poor McNabb--the smilingest, most good-natured guy ever--aint smilin' tonight..and his happy little 'fro is all squished. Just sad. Made maybe three clean connects all night. We just couldn't do anything--move anywhere--without them slappin' down the ball, or a fuckin' penalty. It has just been runnin' in place all damn game..or, more precisely; one step forward, two steps back. Right now? It is 17 - 0.

I know.

I could just slap the ultra-confident smirk right off of Jon Gruden's face. He just *screams* middle-aged fratboy to me. For some irrational reason..I get enraged just at the sight of him..ever since last season...And Warren Sapp--made his first career catch tonight..

*screams, 'Traitor!' and runs off*

I got to give props to Jerevicious' (sp?) second touchdown. The bastard. It was beautiful.

Random: Did John Stamos make a deal with Satan? The guy is forty, and more gorgeous than he was as a kid.