Every morning, sometimes before i have had my first sip of my morning tea, i go get the paper for my husband. It used to be an excuse to have a smoke, since he doesn't smoke and i wouldn't think of smoking in a house he lives in. Now, however, i don't smoke. Last drag of my last fag was around 11pm on February 17th (but who's counting?). So now, i get a paper and don't smoke. Sometimes, like this morning, i think i should have had some tea. I went to a paper box. Didn't even pay attention to the headline, was only grateful they had a couple left. But should i have been? Nope. When Walt tried to read it, he got a sense of deja vous... yep, it was Friday's paper. Everyone is sure today isn't still Friday, right? Yeah, i thought so.
Big time bonus points to
(e:terry) [inlink]terry,437[/inlink], indeed, for being the first peep to link to me in his journal (am i using the lingo right? damn, that question makes me feel old).
Big time thank you to
(e:uncutsaniflush) for showing me how to do this link business. It is sooo handy having a fellow
(e:peep) in the house.