Thursdays are my day off. I love the night before a day off, because I think of all the things I'll want to do and have to do. Sometimes I make these ambitious lists, start carrying it around and mark off the things I actually complete. But you know how those lists make you create sublists....like call BMW to schedule windshield replaced...but then you get the guy's voice mail, so I can't exactly cross BMW off the list. Or I need to go pick up the dry-cleaning, but 95% of it is Harvey's and all I really want is my favorite pair of jeans but I forgot to pick up the coupons. So I have to add "find dry-cleaning coupons" to my list.
Well, today is the first day of the fair. I start planning last week to go to the fair. I ask Nick if he wants to go. Of course he wants to go since all he is doing is lying around the house and playing Halo and making dirty dishes (it would take too long to write my litany of what it is like to have a 26 year old non-working offspring in your house, but ask me how the inside of my microwave looks). Then Allie hears about it and wants to go. I also ask dad to go since I try to get him out of the house as much as possible and we would both enjoy doing this together.
I got all my errands finished around noon and was ready to go to the fair. Dad calls while I am in Sam's and tells me Lance needs a ride home from the airport so he will take a rain-check. Nick tells me he has made plans for lunch with his friend John and will be home around 3. Allie calls me and tells me she might get off early from work (around 10 pm) and could she still go with us.
I'm pretty independent and would probably enjoy myself going all alone. Instead here I am on the computer and really want to take a nap. Let you know later if I ever make it to get my corn dog fix.
