Tonight I called to check on Mama and Daddy. Daddy assured me that he is fit as a fiddle, and Mama gave me a run-down of all the latest family happenings.
Then she said, “So. What do you have going on this week?”
And while I actually have several things going on this week – things like helping with an event at church, working, ingesting some sort of live typhoid fever vaccine, participating in a conference call about the Uganda trip, shuttling the little man hither and yon, recording a podcast, screaming my head off during the State / Kentucky basketball game tomorrow night, continuing my diplomatic outreach efforts in China and parts of Russia by sending random citizens eight-piece Popeye’s fried chicken dinners (mild, hold the sides, extra biscuits) via FedEx because FRIED CHICKEN, IT BUILDS BRIDGES AND NOT WALLS – here are the first two things that popped in my mind when Mama asked about my plans:
1) Tomorrow after lunch I’m going to go somewhere ALL BY MYSELF and buy a gigantor cup of coffee and do nothing but catch up on email for two – lo, MAYBE EVEN THREE – hours and ohmysweetmercifulgoodness it’s going to be heaven.
and
2) Um, AMERICAN IDOL COMES ON THIS WEEK!
Y’all.
Email and TV.
That’s all I could think of.
Apparently I must have missed the memo informing me that I AM NO LONGER FOURTEEN.
I mean, how can you even bear to be in the bloggy presence of such dignified sophistication?
Stick around long enough, and I may even change into a t-shirt that matches my flannel pajama bottoms.
However, I cannot make any promises.
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