......unlike Pia yesterday. LOL Seriously, it's ok, she deserves it.
I got up at 0630 and did some laundry and some packing in case the USN decides my presence is required in Newport.
That's right, my stray is back stateside! Then into work for a few. At 1000 I was getting a burn permit for the monstrous pile of willow debris in my yard. A pitstop for new rakes, gloves, Dunkin' (can't get jack outta Frank without a bribe) and on to yard work. My face is still burning hot. Nothing blazes up like old dry Christmas trees and willow branches. Then I had to drag my smelly self into work to cover the rest of the day. We're closed, thank heaven, because I SMELL!
So, as I was leaving and giving Frank and the rest of the posse final instructions on the yard, this conversation takes place.
FX: What's the deal? What's your plan for tonight?
Me: Work until five, then maybe Newport.
He lights up, instantly picturing my living room turned into a FIFA video game tournament, complete with snacks and pizza.