Needless to say, I was so excited that I think I forgot to soap myself in the shower, but I put on deodorant, so while it may not have done the full deed, I did not receive any negative comments.
Anyway. Drank coffee. Read the newspaper. Life was awesome. Thank you Jesus for comin' outta that grave.
First service was early, at church by 8. A good Sunday. I got to see some old friends and reconnect a bit.
Next mission: clean the house. Not to say that it was dirty, but the last thing I needed to hear today was my mother (whom I had previously been made aware I was picking up from the airport) griping about a dirty house. So I cleaned. And did laundry. Fun.
Got Starbucks on the way to get my mother, because I knew I might as well get a shot of caffeine into my system. This kicked in about an hour later, while I was sitting in the international arrivals section of the airport reading "Mein Kampf" laughing at the nonsense it contained. I, as a result, was darned close to being SuperSon when my mother and sister arrived on the plane back from France an hour later than scheduled. Mom had lost her bag. I took the steps necessary in tracking down it's whereabouts. I carried things, I bought them coffee, and just tried to be nice and not talk about anything that was too involved. Like Hitler's transition to anti-semitism.
Just got back from a friend's house where a brew and a game were in order, where I tasted the much-discussed Anchor Porter, which I recommend HIGHLY. I lost the game though. When I saw what the board looked like, I just stopped caring and knew I didn't have a chance.
It's been a long day, and I'm tired.
I shall eat some of my parents food and retire for the evening.
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Forgot to soap yourself? Seriously? Forgot to soap yourself? Ha! Wow. I mean, I enjoyed waking up with some delights that I hadn't enjoyed for the last while, but I soaped myself. I'm pretty good at showering. Do it a lot. Formed some habits that dictate my actions, so as to avoid soap-self failure.
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