I think we'll go to the Molalla Barbeque contest today. We enjoyed it last year, and Rich would be happy to have us come. I wanted to tan this morning after I washed my hair, but Charlie slept in. I doctored both cats and watched some of the Concert for Diana, read one of Peter's stories, sent him some feedback and then played a little Zuma.
A nice Sunday morning.
I still need to get the deck cleaned off and get the lawn furniture out. What happened to the good old days when Joey helped with that annual task???? (I'm sure he's not reading this, but maybe if Charlie and I both transfer our extra paid time to his LJ, he'll start blogging again.)
I'm in a weird mood. I feel like writing on 'Boromir's Elves' and writing sone Alexander mpreg. It must be a fit of nostalgia. I absolutely love this time of year.