6/19/2005 01:29:59 AM|||Jonthon|||

I thought of a little poem that started like that subject line, but now I forgot it.  Anyway...

Today was interesting.  My family came over for my graduation party, and we talked a lot about the grandma I no longer have.  Turns out, the reason they were sort of distant from my life is because they HATED Velma.  Who knew?  (Everyone but me and my brother, apparently)  I hung out with my little cousin and carried him around on my shoulders for a while.  We had all kinds of great lunch-meat, and etc.

At around 7, I went over to my friend Donnie’s to watch his kids.  He is recently separated, works 50+ hrs/wk, and just re-enrolled in school.  His kids, which he has 95% of the time, are cute as ever.  Rowan and Lily were sleeping for most of the night, but Row did get up at some point.  I gave him his bottle and held him for a while, but when I tried to leave the room he started crying, so I carried him into the front room and held him there.  Eventually, he started falling asleep in my arms.  I got up, and he yawned BIG, so I figured it was bedtime.  After just a little bit more crying, he was OUT.  When Donnie’s parents got home (Donnie was working until 7am), we talked about my life, and Donnie’s, and politics, etc. for a while.  Good times.

Today was a good day – I didn’t have to use my AK!

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