Weekend

I didn't write anything last Friday, because I got to leave work early that day. I went to pick up Marc from the airport in the morning, and was going to drop him off and then go back to work, but my boss told me I didn't have to come back if I didn't want to, so I didn't. So I basically went to work for two hours on Friday, not bad.

Marc was stinky from the airplane, so we went home straight from the airport so he could shower. In the meantime, I went to the backyard and picked up what must have been like 5 pounds of dog poop. Fun!

I took Bandit to sheep herding in the afternoon, and I think we did much better this time. Jan said we're making progress. He was much less of a butthead this time than last time.

We rented Miracle that night, since there weren't any movies in the theater that we wanted to see. Well, I should say that there weren't any that Marc wanted to see. I wanted to see the new Harry Potter movie, but he didn't. The movie was pretty good though.

On Saturday, we went and helped my brother, Leslie, move into his new apartment in Menlo Park (he's starting his new job today). It's a pretty nice place, and the rent isn't bad considering the location. After we got all the stuff moved in, all of us (my parents, my brothers, and us) went to IKEA in East Palo Alto, since he still needed to buy a bed and some other stuff. Marc and I escaped out of there only $50 lighter in the wallet, which isn't too bad.

While we were driving to IKEA, we had the radio tuned to the Belmont race, to see if Smarty Jones would win the Triple Crown or not. They started calling the race just as we entered the parking garage. The reception got steadily worse and worse, until all we could hear was, "Smarty Jones....backstretch...one furlong away!...two length lead!..." It almost totally went out, and we're all like, "DID HE WIN?!?!" And we were barely able to hear that he didn't. Talk about a total bummer! I don't follow horseracing much, but I was really disappointed he didn't win it.

After IKEA, we went and had dinner at Brix, before Marc and I went home.

Sunday, we went to the mall after lunch, where I did a little shopping, and then it was off to Petsmart for more socializing for Bandit. He actually let the girl in the class pet him, which was pretty good. He did manage to growl and bark and a few people and kids, though. We're going to try a different class next week that should have a few more kids in it. Hopefully he won't go nuts.

Anyone else get gastric distress from eating too many cherries? I tried googling, "why do cherries give you gas?" but didn't find anything. Maybe it's just me.

I woke up at 5 this morning with the worst headache. I hate that - waking up in the middle of the night, feeling like crap, and having to stumble around the house for aspirin. And then realizing that you only have an hour before you have to wake up for work.