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Janet Evanovich's Lean Mean Thirteen was at Wal-Mart! I had to go there to pick up a few supplies for work. Those supplies could have been gotten at Office Depot, but I went to Wal-Mart instead because I heard on a few Stephanie Plum boards that Wal-Mart had the novel on the shelves early. I squealed in the aisle when I saw it. So much for poise and composure.
It's in my purse, and I hope to finish up the bit of work on my desk so I can read it. It appears as if my evening is booked. Ferguson will get his usual two-mile walk, but after that everyone can consider me gone to the world until I have to get up for work tomorrow.
Mmmmm... Ranger.... ::drools::
And what's up with people "casting" The Rock to play Ranger? No thanks. Boo to that.
The barbeque in Santa Fe turned into fajitas and potato salad. I had Boca burgers because I'm a wet blanket like that. Ann is Jason's dad's girlfriend. Murry is Ann's son. He's in his late 30's and still living with his mother because he had a problem with meth a couple years back. He's on probation and not allowed to move about willy-nilly. We listened to Jason's sister rant about that tid-bit for nearly the entire hour drive to Santa Fe, talking about how their dad and Ann should just kick Murry out. She finally shut up when Jason told her that she certainly was being a hypocrite. She lives with their mother and is a grown woman herself. The pot and the kettle, eh?
Ann bubbled with happiness the entire time we were there. She wants us to come back and do fun things with her in Santa Fe. She lives a few blocks from the rodeo and fairgrounds, so we may get roped into that. I can handle a merry-go-round, but I am not going to the rodeo for anything. I'm not into watching bull riding, mainly because it's rather cruel. Ferguson kinda-sorta got along with Ann's dog, Buddy. Buddy is four times Ferg's size, but Ferg established himself as the head dog in the house within five mintues. Jason was relieved that his sister's baby didn't poo in her diaper on the way back from Santa Fe. He threatened to leave her on the side of the road if she went number two, but did offer to call a taxi for her from my cell. Thankfully, no taxis were needed. We were all wiped out when we got back to Albuquerque even though we didn't do much of anything beyond sit in Ann's townhouse and drink iced tea. Not exactly my ideal Saturday, but definitely better than spending the day with Jason's mother and all the crazy mess that revolves around her head.
It's in my purse, and I hope to finish up the bit of work on my desk so I can read it. It appears as if my evening is booked. Ferguson will get his usual two-mile walk, but after that everyone can consider me gone to the world until I have to get up for work tomorrow.
Mmmmm... Ranger.... ::drools::
And what's up with people "casting" The Rock to play Ranger? No thanks. Boo to that.
The barbeque in Santa Fe turned into fajitas and potato salad. I had Boca burgers because I'm a wet blanket like that. Ann is Jason's dad's girlfriend. Murry is Ann's son. He's in his late 30's and still living with his mother because he had a problem with meth a couple years back. He's on probation and not allowed to move about willy-nilly. We listened to Jason's sister rant about that tid-bit for nearly the entire hour drive to Santa Fe, talking about how their dad and Ann should just kick Murry out. She finally shut up when Jason told her that she certainly was being a hypocrite. She lives with their mother and is a grown woman herself. The pot and the kettle, eh?
Ann bubbled with happiness the entire time we were there. She wants us to come back and do fun things with her in Santa Fe. She lives a few blocks from the rodeo and fairgrounds, so we may get roped into that. I can handle a merry-go-round, but I am not going to the rodeo for anything. I'm not into watching bull riding, mainly because it's rather cruel. Ferguson kinda-sorta got along with Ann's dog, Buddy. Buddy is four times Ferg's size, but Ferg established himself as the head dog in the house within five mintues. Jason was relieved that his sister's baby didn't poo in her diaper on the way back from Santa Fe. He threatened to leave her on the side of the road if she went number two, but did offer to call a taxi for her from my cell. Thankfully, no taxis were needed. We were all wiped out when we got back to Albuquerque even though we didn't do much of anything beyond sit in Ann's townhouse and drink iced tea. Not exactly my ideal Saturday, but definitely better than spending the day with Jason's mother and all the crazy mess that revolves around her head.
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