Who Cares?

Yesterday dawned with a light drizzle. I made some coffee and read your blogs. I ate some Raisin Bran well soaked in milk and soggy -- just the way I like it, the consistency of oatmeal.

Since the day was gloomy I decided to watch The Godftaher (do I really need an IMDB link?). As you can imagine, that took up the balance of the morning.

By this time the sun had made an appearance. I checked the grass, it was not too wet, so I decided to mow quickly. The weather quack indicated we would see rain the next several days and if I waited until mid-week, it was going to be ankle high.

I mowed and showered and promptly fell asleep in the chair. The wife woke me up and asked if I wanted to go to the movies. We have not been to the flicks in months. So that is how we came to go see the new Jennifer Lopez flick. It is a chick flick, but still pretty good. Afterward we grabbed a pizza and went home. Ho hum another Saturday Night.

The wife played cards on the computer and I watched the end of the Cubs game. I channel surfed for a little and went to bed around 11:45.

There you have it, a post so boring that it makes drywall seem interesting and exactly why Twitter is not for old people. Twitter should adopt the Logan's Run philosophy. When you turn thirty your account should be terminated.