for James Joyce fans, today is Bloomsday. I, myself, never cared for him much. I would kind of like to like Ulysses, but it’s just…too much. So I’m watching Arrested Development. At 8:30 in the morning.
I have, though, already done two loads of laundry, AND washed/cleaned out my car. I’m going to take it soon to get the oil changed and the tire fixed. It’s been slowly losing air and seems to be getting worse, so I hope they’ll be able to patch it but I might just end up buying a new one. Also need to take to get the emissions test done so that I can renew the tags by the end of the month. Yep.
Sorry I’ve been so lazy about blogging lately. Gotta shape up! I have no excuse.
So we’ve been playing in an adult kickball league for the past few months, and are starting up the summer games tonight. I really suck at kickball, or at being very athletic anyway, but it can really be a lot of fun as long as the other team isn’t too competitive. So far most of them aren’t. I mean, it’s kickball! If you want to be all competitive and showcase your athleticism, go play volleyball or softball or something of that nature. Many of the people on our team seem to have the same skill level as I do, though some of them are pretty good (Matt being one of those). Tonight, our friends Mar and Amy are joining the team for the first time, which should be fun.
Wow, Gob Bluth. “Wow, the guy in the $4000 suit is holding the elevator for the guy who doesn’t make that in three months?! Come on!!”
Almost 9am. Better keep the momentum going. I’ve been unusually productive this morning for my days off…. Later today, before kickball but after getting Matt from work, I’m meeting his mom to go see about altering the straps on the dress I bought for Anna Laura’s wedding. The dress fits if I don’t wear a bra, basically. If I wear a strapless bra (which I have to with that dress), it won’t zip. Stupid boobs. Always getting in the way. L, when/if you read this, just be prepared for me to be showing some cleavage. I don’t think I’ll be able to get around it. Mom, I’ll definitely do what I can to minimize it. But seriously. It’s a pain.