Baching it got the best of me. I am a wee bit tired. Especially when this peanut-butter faced, dancing girl insists that I read “I spy” or “Where’s Waldo?”or “The Grapes of Math” constantly.
Mistaya’s band concert was Fab. She is the only female base clarinet player.
Madagascar II was fun last night. I laughed myself silly at some of the cutest parts: King Julian singing “Private Dancer”, the penguin steward on the plane, and the hot male Hippo being macho.
Very mild here in Kelowna. No snow. It feels like October, not December. That is why no snowboarding or skating yet. We may not get to indulge until the new year.
Went for a run this AM. Hate to complain, but strained my Achilles tendon–whaaaa! Tabs has piano this afternoon–will hit The Marmalade Cat for a perk me up.
Peter found another great “TED” talk for me to watch on the organization of the universe–will get to that sometime today for sure. Yes, Peter finally arrived home in the night sometime. I was asleep. Although, someone he was meeting was ill and didn’t show, so he has to fly back on Sunday and won’t be home until Monday, late afternoon–Whaaaa!
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