Tuesday, May 25, 2004

The Art of Z

Nothing makes my weekend, then sleep, curled up like a cat on the sofa snoozing away a somewhat bleary long weekend. Okay truth be told I can't curl up like a cat, because Erin's cat Ben (a reincarnation of Ivan the Terrible,) can actually jam his foot up his nose if he wanted too. Sooo to rephrase, splayed out, in an uncatlike fashion on the Cottage Sofa, with a book forgotten dangling from my limp hand as I sleep away the afternoon. Add to it a cute girl, Erin, who is similarly entwined in sleep, sharing said sofa, and you have my recipe for relaxation. I could have used a little more outdoor time, but it was cold and buggy, and we were out there a lot helo-chopptering (the verb describing the act of piloting an out of control remote control helicopter.)

Add some dangerous explosives (aka fireworks in a windstorm) and you have yourself a great weekend, or at least I did!

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