A lovely Sunday here in Memphis.

Friday night was peaceful. We hung out at the house, I had a few beers, Sonya fell asleep on the couch. About midnight Jen and James came rolling from their honeymoon at the happiest place on earth, waving pictures of themselves snapped by the mouse's crafty cameras and telling us all about their enchanted honeymooon. I think the kids had a good time.

And now - the rest of their marriage!

Yesterday Sonya went to get her nails done, getting her out of my hair long enough to begin cleaning. Man, we cleaned this house like a mofo. The front section - the living room/entryway/kitchen part - is totally clean. Sonya went to town on the bedroom, throwing away and boxing up all sorts of clothes. At one point she wanted to go to Home Depot or some such place and buy the ingredients to build shelves on the back wall of our walk-in closet. Thankfully, I talked her down from that well-hidden sniper's position, since we had dinner plans and more than enough filth to tackle at the time.

I have a feeling, though, that this will become a full-fledged project for her Sonya and James, who is a born home improvement guy.

Last night was very civilized. We went to dinner at Mojo's with Jen and James and Kent and James. It was good, as always, but the bellydancer's music was very loud. Have to yell to be heard loud. The bellydancer was a big-breasted, ample-bellied older woman who seemed to be having a great time. Jen went through the entire performance with her back to the dancer. Consequently, her Italian heritage kicked in and she was paranoid about havingher back to someone being so active. Jen would hunch over her plate whenever the dancer clapped her hands nearby, as if she were about to be kicked.

It is possible that, in an earlier life, Jen was a gangster who picked a bad place to sit in a restaurant.

Then we went to Kent and James' house, where we had some Irish coffees and looked at wedding pictures, gossiped and made fun of Saturday Night Live. It was very pleasant and civilized, as trips to the Kent and James house always seem to be. Maybe it's because they actually have a house, and not an apartment. I always feel more grown-up at their house, for some reason. Anyway, it was a nice night.

Today has been slow - some football, Sonya cooked some soup, I'm doing a few loads of laundry, since we unearthed all the dirty clothes yesterday. Nothing of interest. Move along, nothing to see here.

This is annoying, though. Our TV, for some reason, is picking up the signal from a local radio station. It's not consistent, though. Sometimes it doesn't do it, and sometimes it's so loud it drowns out the TV sound. What causes this? Why does it have to happen? I don't like it.

It's not even a good radio station, either. It's one of those "quiet storm" smooth R&B stations, and it's kind of unlistenable. Still, it was coming through loud and clear this morning - right through SportsCenter. Dammit.

Well, for all you football fans out there the Saints are taking an asswhipping right now from the Giants. It's kind of a relief, really. Those come-from-behind losses are heartbreaking. At least this way I can say, "yup, they got the dogshit beat out of them, all right" and not have to qualify it with "but they were so close!"

Wow, this is a really crappy entry, isn't it? I bet you're sorry you gave this page the time to load. I'll try and do better next time - no promises, though. Take me as I am, baby.

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