Tonight at 7:00 pm I wrote this to a friend ... as I rushed to hear Lenny Leblanc perform at my church.
"I just finished my piece of pumpkin cheese cake.
Now I'm going to go out and be sociable. My guess is I'll be home around 9pm - I think I'm going to duck out on the second engagement.
I'll let you know when I return."
Now here at 11:42 ... I'm rushing to post this. Why? Why am I in a rush? It's because I am incapable of saying, "no". I tried. Really I did. I said to the guys, "No - I'm not going to go see Spot after all. It's cold and I'm tired. I think I'll go home and curl up in my bed with flannel pj's and a book."
Yep. Mit sandwich again tonight. Peter on the right, Paul on the left ... I was the spicy mustard in the middle.
Oh ... and guess who else was listening and dancing to Spot? None other than our honorable Mayor.
HOW DO I GET MY SELF IN THESE GROUPS?