Wondering what to do with myself on a Saturday Night

Well, around Casa McIntyre, Saturday Night is about as significant (and exciting) as any Tuesday afternoon. Except there's nothing on tv.

Ethan seemed to feel a lot better today - I've yet to dispense a single shot of Advil to him, which says a lot. We may even skip tonight if he keeps things up.

We just got back from a walk - and poor E got spooked by the loud noise of the passing train a block ahead on Goldstream. I've never seen him cry like that! Then another wail as I waited for my fruit "frappe" at the coffee shop - I guess he doesn't like blenders. And I was gonna make margaritas tonight. Damn.

Kidding, obviously - but oh how I'd go for a big slushy raspberry marg about now. Or 3 of them.

Tomorrow Troy returns from a 4 day trip to Aspen....which means I may get an hour to steal away to finish that book I was writing about before. Its really great.

And that is all I have to report today. Aren't you oh so glad you stopped by?