This Thing Called Friday...

It's been a few days since I posted, so I thought I should. Let's see...since last post we've hung out with Mike and Jen and played A-Z, went to the Evil Places 1, 2 and 3 with Angella (NY&Co., Target, Michael's), had the "girl treat" from Quiktrip...aka "Crack" as Angella calls it. Showed Angella the correct way to make the treat. She now "gets" it! Tonight is softball, hopefully! I don't want another rain-out because this will turn into the season that never ends, again! Tomorrow I have to get up early ON A SATURDAY to get my hair cut. It needs cut very badly. I'm contemplating taking the car for an oil change at lunch, but I'd much rather have the new car that I dreamed about last night. That was at my parent's old apartment, then in Dallas, then in Atlanta and then turned into a bicycle...this dream had other random things that I won't bore you with. Wow, my dreams are weird. Some of you know this, but others don't: they are building a new, well, building across the highway from my office and I get distracted by what's going on over there. Since they've taken down the big crane and the freight elevator, I can no longer watch the guy climb down in the afternoon or try to figure out if he had a bathroom in his cab. I know he had A/C! Now they're just moving these fan (the kind you wave) shaped things to the top of the building. Nothing exciting, but I do like to see all the teeny tiny construction workers. Plus, they watch people all the time...and whistle.