October 14, 2005
he can’t count, but he CAN play chess
I loaded everyone in the car this morning, dropped Henry at school, and then headed for Starbucks before I slipped into a complete coma from lack of coffee. We ran into my friend Christa and her daughter; the adults sat at one table talking about books while the kids played chess. Seriously.
No, not really, but they DID play nicely at another table. It was awesome. How was YOUR Friday?
Posted by Susan @ 1:23 pm • Uncategorized
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October 14th, 2005 at 2:37 pm, Misfit Hausfrau Says:
Lessee, I have had a migraine knocking at the back of my eyeballs and Ella has been sobbing all day because she didn’t get to go to her “class with Miss Sue” this morning. She screamed for a half an hour last night after we put her to bed so we told her no “Miss Sue.” It’s been much harder for me than for her, but of course she doesn’t see it that way.
I think I am going to find a Starbucks to sit in tonight. Alone.
October 14th, 2005 at 2:40 pm, Candace Says:
We have a deer (go see my latest post)!
And I have a cold! And we have to go to a wedding tomorrow, in Cleveland, and we’re coming back right after!
And I don’t wanna cook dinner (see: cold)!
October 15th, 2005 at 12:21 pm, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
We got back from Canada only to find our house lacking in every type of foodstuff imaginable. So I went to Sam’s, stocked up AND found a groovy set of Wolfgang Puck pots/pans for $100. Of course, I forgot my driver’s license, so I had to charge everything. Yuck. Then I went grocery shopping, made dinner, bathed the kidlets, and called my cousin for the latest on my crazy granny. I spent the rest of the evening on the couch with my husband, discussing our future. Busy day, but good.
October 15th, 2005 at 3:55 pm, Susan Says:
I spent Friday exhausted from lack of sleep, thanks to a cold that makes me feel like I’m swallowing razor blades. My tonsils are like baseballs - pussie baseballs. When I spit, it’s this creamy brown color. Just thought you’d want to know the details.
October 15th, 2005 at 7:30 pm, Mary P. Says:
My husband was home sick, so when my lover came to the door midafternoon we couldn’t have our usual Friday quickie while the daycare kids slept, and I had to pretend it was just the mailman with a misdirected delivery. A bit of a letdown, really.