Today was a lazy day.  We slept late, then I went to church while K did her computer class homework. She took Emma (mini-schnauzer) out early this am and let me sleep, and told me when she got back Emma went up to a poodle without going berserk (miracle) and they did the sniff sniff.  I had to remind her the last couple of times a German got together with a Frenchy world wars erupted.

We walked to Starbucks and had a frappiccino, where K read and I watched a storm building to the north.  We barely got a sprinkle, and my brother called to say at his house 20 mile east it came a flood with up to golf-ball-sized hail.  Ouch!  He said lightning struck close enough that it apparently fried his printer.  

We took the scenic route back home where I took a couple of photos of our neighborhood:

Isn’t this pretty?  The management company does a great job of keeping our neighborhood looking nice.  And the part I still don’t understand is that our rents are very reasonable, on par with other areas not nearly as desirable.  

This ^ is the Electronic Data Systems (EDS) campus just one block from our little apartment.  I could retire for life on the money they spend every month on groundskeeping.  No joke.

K is preparing our dinner as I type; chicken flied lice…er…fried rice, shrimp, and crab sushi (from Central Market).  Speaking of crab…do any of you watch The Deadliest Catch?  It’s about crab fishing in the Bering Sea.  After watching that it makes you really appreciate the effort it takes to get that crab to your plate.

Bone Ape Tit

S

A fellow’s mother-in-law  comes to live with he and his wife.  A week later he comes home to find her sprawled out on the floor, unconscious.  He calls 911, and they take her to the hospital.

After several hours a doctor comes out, pulls him into a small side room and tells him, “I have some good news and some bad news.”  The guy says, “Give me the bad news first.”

The doctor says, “Your mother-in-law’s had a massive stroke.  She can’t talk, but just makes this horrible screeching sound instead, and that’s probably all you’ll ever hear from her again for the next 30 years she’s alive.  And she’s lost the use of her hands and arms, so you’ll have to spoon-feed her baby food three times a day forever.  Oh, and she’s become incontinent.  You’ll have to change her diaper and clean her up half a dozen times a day, too.”

The guys sits there, stunned, and finally says, “OK, so what’s the good news?”

Doc says, “Nawww, I’m just kiddin’.  She’s dead.”

*groan*

S

….then plans are made to be changed.  And that’s exactly what we did.  Lucky for us, too, because we found an AWESOME band right here in our own backyard.  The apartment-sponsored luau was pretty much a bust.  There were about 25-30 people there, and the food was rather skimpy.  I’ll give ‘em a gold star for their coconut cake, though.  I guess K and I are just not very outgoing people.  We made some small talk, nibbled, then left.

Before we drove down to Addison for the July Jazz concert we checked their website to confirm the start time.  It was 8pm…not 7.  During the delay we got lazy(er) and decided we really didn’t want to drive that far, so we just wandered down to nearby Fun Street.  A new band was there that we hadn’t seen before, Brent Rozell and the Soul Mates (yeah, I know…kinda lame):

Anyway, they were GREAT!! They’re going to be back next Saturday night, so if anyone is near Plano then and wants to hear some killer music, come on by.  

And to top it off, I saw this cool little Lotus:

That was our Saturday night.

S