septmaster

It is early, too early to write a long entry, but I'll write a paragraph or so.

Dad got called into work ~9:30 because some morons can't get their shit together and need to expert to oversee their work. Deadlines and all. My old man usually wakes up at 4:00 am (right now, except it is Sunday) to beat rush hour traffic on the way to work, and just comes home ~2:00 pm, beating traffic again. Early hours, but he can enjoy the rest of the day. Tonight, however, his co-workers decided to run their software program at 7:30 (it got pushed off until 9:30, then 11:30). He didn't get home until 3:00, an hour before he usually wakes up.


So, I called up my brother and suggested that we throw around his glow-in-the-dark frisbee in Dad's front yard, waiting to greet him. I was probably the biggest workout my brother had gotten in months, haha. Lots of fun playing frisbee at midnight. I think Dad enjoyed seeing us when he got home.



I just read the above entry. I was bored. Sorry tonight wasn't more sensational. Maybe I'm just tired. Hope you found it somewhat more interesting.