Cause he’s dead. The fun, the good, the wise, the sensational. They all go young.
This is kind of jamming two things together. After a lot of days of being sludgy and unsociable, I got out to no fewer than four social / hobby outings this weekend, not counting church, which I skipped. After I got back from lunch, Jerome called and I went to see him and the babby (Braden) who is a busy boy. Shannon was out so it was just the two of them. We got in a walk and a lot of playing with Braden, who is just at the stage where the pushing backwards crawl converts to the marine crawl, and it was SO good to see both of them. So much blonde hair, such big bright blue eyes on the little one. He decided not to ‘like’ me, but he was okay with me; I let him completely wake up from his nap before I started holding him, and anytime I was holding him I made sure he could see his papa. Chill Monkeys, look out! I’ve got a lad to be spending money on now.
Then I went out to the first REAL rehearsal of Orange You Glad, the all women mostly a capella group (I got to be the guitarist, which tells you all you need to know about the instrumental skill level) and myself, Angel, Candace and Jessica worked our way through Ring of Fire, Bird on a Wire, Orphan Girl and a lot of laughs.
Then I came home, thought about putting away my laundry and collapsed in front of a S3 BSG instead. Tahmoh Penikett is one of the nicest looking men who ever lived. His jaw is so VERY square cut, and his frame so very, uh, masculine.