And so it begins

Ah, Monday morning, getting ready for work. Of course, little miss Re-Pete is sick, Hubs was up half the night with her. Figures. Maybe I'll be getting the day tomorrow.

I got some advice- write what you want, and often. Before this weekend, some of you guys were just pages in space. I read you, enjoyed, but it was a little impersonal. Now, of course, it's different. I get the joke a little more. I can even imagine some of you typing away, a glass of some tasty concoction, a cigarette, several firearms within arms reach. (For some reason being able to reach a gun at a moments notice impresses the hell out of me) , cats in abundance. It's also a little intimidating to know that you guys might read my posts every so often, too. If I suck, you'll be the 1st to know, and what if you don't tell me? Hell, what if you do tell me?

My son really, really wants to come next year. Says he'll be 18, volunteers to drive, or at least be the designated sober person to fetch things. Heh. I had a really great time. Didn't get to talk to some people. I really wanted to get to know Zonker more, and Lisa (sorry, but I just couldn't go shopping!). Guess that means I'll be going to more of these things.