This year was the first Valentine’s Day since Fin was born that my wife and I gave cards to each other that didn’t say things like “our life is ridiculously hard BUT…” so that’s kind of nice. We did have a night nurse last night, so we just drank wine until we passed out. Overboard was on TV a bunch of times in a row, I think. When I grow up, I want to be Kurt Russell.
I think that’s already more than five things in one thought. I’m trying not to count, though. I mean, what am I just gonna stop in the middle of a perfectly good post?
Through a glitch in the payroll system, I didn’t get paid this week. I had to make some calls. If you’ve been reading lately, that’s the second work-related thing to pop up this week. Three strikes, and I’m probably out.
I have to go to a sock hop tonight at school. I’d rather not. But all my friends are going to be there, so I might as well. It will be fun, right?
We got it tough up in here; Friday on the internet, the start of a meet up, oh boy. Let’s all just do lunch sometime. I’m gonna go scare up something to eat now. Enjoy the city, Dan, and vice versa. Call me!