Here I Go Again On My Own

Aaron’s off to Michigan again, this time for his grandmother’s funeral. He didn’t want to go but he wants and needs to be there. So off he goes.

Nobody here but us girls. And you know us; we just want to have fun.

You and me, babe, how about it?

I hope to get as much work done as I did last time he was gone. I actually did more than usual, probably aided by having no life and a tight deadline. Right now I have a loose deadline, which is very bad for me. I am much faster under pressure.

“Never mind creativity, man. Just give me a deadline.” —Louis Armstrong

Also please give me some more Chinese take-out. It has magical properties.

We had a very nice Father’s Day. Aaron’s sermon went very well—except for him saying “sucks” and then drawing extra attention to it by talking about how he tries not to say that kind of thing up there—and for whatever reason there was a whole lunch’s worth of food after church. Then, in a kind of throwback to the ’80s/pre-kid life afternoon, we went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of Who Cares If It Makes Sense, Harrison Ford Is Still Hot.

By the way, are we sure this Shia LeBouf kid is not John Cusack’s love child?

The girl sleeps - work I must!