Weekend

In five hours and 17 minutes, my weekend will begin. I'll get to see some family I haven't seen in a while-wish Leeble could come up, but if I had two toddlers you would only see me at the store when I would run out of toilet paper (and the Sears catalog had been used). I don't know how she does it but they grow up so fast-evidence of my first date this weekend-to watch Beth try on gowns. Then hopefully visit Ms. Marty and the blueberry patch. I forsee blueberry pancakes in my future. Followed by blueberry muffins-maybe I'll eat them with blueberry beer. That's right blueberry beer and it's good (not as good as the muffins). Then it's on to the chicken fest in Rison. In five hours and 14 minutes. Damn it somebody quit screwing with the clock.