Peeing of the Pants

I was way too tired to function on Friday.

Saturday, I was way too excited about the arrival of Harry Potter! I was expecting the book to come via UPS, but apparently Amazon shipped it UPS to the post office. I thought I kept hearing UPS trucks so I'd jump up and run to the window. I heard a truck and the slide of the door, looked out the window and damn only the postman. He knocked on the door and I was confused. He said, "here's this" and gave me my junk mail, "and this" and gave me the tea I had ordered (mango, passionfruit, and vanilla flavored iced teas), "and dum da da dum!" and pulled the book from under his arm! I bet he had a good day passing out the books.

It came at 11:00 and ten hours later (actually eleven because I took an hour break for dinner), it had been read. Unfortunately, it didn't get down to plot until about the 24th chapter. I won't spoil anything, but there was entirely too much snogging. So that was my Saturday.

Sunday, I mowed the lawn and tried to start another book, but only got about 6 pages in before I wanted to go inside and not read. There was nothing on TV. Then I get a call from someone who looked at one of the places for rent and called to ask why the bathroom was flooded. "!", I said. The flood restoration people are supposed to look at it today to tell me what happened. Haven't heard anything yet.

After dealing with that, Michelle called to ask if I could come watch the baby while they worked on priming the basement for paint. It turned out to be a relaxing (read: didn't get a thing done) weekend. Wait, I did mow the back lawn.