Laundry. Gots a chunk of meat in the hot box in prep for the Sunday Family Dinner. Old flicks on the tube.
The kid - stayed at Bing and Bong's last night. Again. And, it at this very moment crashed out on the couch on the lower level of the igloo.
The wife - sauntered off to meet a couple 'a gal pals from High School days. One of them - genuine Canadian Forces. The other - RIM exec.
So - was fartin around with a bit more digi-scrap stuff and had another pic from Jazz Fest.
Ain't she just gorgeous.
Ya, I know.
So - time to bugger off once again. Gotta tend to the meat in the hotbox. Sort *gulp* socks. Socks suck.
Scrub thinks this lazy Sunday deserves a wee drop of the hooch.
Later.
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