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Tag! You're it.
06.14.04 (10:37 am)   [edit]
I had a so-so weekend. It started off well. On Friday night, Missi Jackson and I went to the Paramount on Congress to see a Frank Capra double-feature - Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and Mr. Deeds Goes to Town. Good old-fashioned fun. Talk about sticking to the fish-out-of-water David-v-Goliath formula. I had also forgotten how handsome Gary Cooper was, not that Jimmy Stewart was bad either. Missi and I considered the evening a steal - $4.75 for two films and the ambience of an old-school theater.

Saturday went by filled with mundane chores of grocery shopping, laundry, vacuuming, being put on hold for 40 minutes by Guthy-Renker when I tried to cancel my subscription, meat-tenderizing, mystery-novel-reading, couch-potatoing and toe-clipping.

On Sunday I finished the rest of my mammoth laundry and went to evening service. They make you wear name tags at evening service which makes life so much easier for me. I never forget a face, but a name, eh. After service I went to the grocery store and the cashier's name was Johnny, so I said "Hi Johnny."

"Hi Nat****," he responded.

I was dumbfounded. How did he know my name? Then I realized I was still wearing the bloody name-tag. I was mortified. I'd been walking around getting strange looks from people all over the place and now I knew why. Oh well. I like my name. I should wear it with pride.

When I got home Missi Jackson called to say she'd had an accident and was in pain. I felt awful. Wish I had a car so I could have driven her to the hospital. She apparently tripped over a phone cord and the coffee table broke her fall. She said there were teeth marks in the coffee table but fortunately her teeth were all in tact. She insisted that she didn't want to go to the ER or anything like that, took some Tylenol and said she'd see how she feels in the morning. I'll keep you updated.
 


posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:11 am)

I suppose there are no tagbacks, huh?



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:13 am)

Reply to: lynne
Nope. You're definitely IT!



posted by: raindropecho (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:19 am)

I would rather have the floor break my fall than a coffee table!



posted by: freakykat (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:20 am)

hello now i would like to interest you in votin 4 me in the thingy!!! please do i'm very nice honest just imagine a rubber duck then think of me!!! love
kitty



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:20 am)

Reply to: raindropecho
I think she would have preferred that. May be it was choice between the coffee table and landing on her cat. Who knows?




posted by: raindropecho (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:23 am)

Reply to: dangerkitty

Cat would have been softer..but yes, very understandable.



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:24 am)

Reply to: freakykat
My brother fed my rubber ducky to the dog when I was little (it used to be his and he was jealous). I just remember finding Ducky's mangled body on the back patio and feeling so lost and sad. If and when I stop crying, I will consider voting for you. Thanks for your comment.



posted by: freakykat (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:27 am)

Reply to: dangerkitty
well that would be nice thank you (by the way i don't look like a mangled duck i just act like one) errr please consider votin 4 me i'm honestly v. nice *scowls* heee hee kitty



posted by: dangerkitty (reply)
post date: 06.14.04 (8:35 am)

Reply to: freakykat
I just voted for ya.



posted by: Joolie (reply)
post date: 06.15.04 (1:50 am)

I would have loved to go and see that double bill with you, I love Mr Smith goes to Washington! Joolie xxx

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