It Was a Perfect Day

First I slept for 12 straight hours (from 6:30 p.m. to 6:30 a.m.). I think the last time I did that was before Brendan was born.

I awoke, took a great shower at Brendan and Maria’s apartment where they have an awesome shower head.

Read my magazine and checked my mail on line.

Had a cup of Republic of Tea Ginger Peach.

Ate a fine Brendan made breakfast of waffles topped with strawberries and chocolate mousse with Brendan, Ian, Caitlan, and Kyle.

Went to church with them at Cathedral of the Assumption, was sung to (The Lord Bless You and Keep You) by the choir and given a red carnation.

My mother’s day present was a beautiful card and a U of L hockey hoodie.

We called the grandmas (Mombo, Mam-maw, and Betty Jo) and wished them “Happy Mother’s Day.”

I played Mario Party with BCA, ICA, and KM and lost.

I got a call from Steve at Barnes and Noble, and I start my training next Saturday.

I watched my first episode of FIREFLY.

I went to dinner at Brendan’s favorite Mexican restaurant and ate chicken flautas and guacamole.

But then it wasn’t a perfect day any more because I had to kiss my Ian Chase Adkins the Punky Doodle Adkins good-by at the airport and send him back to L.A. I miss you Son-shine. Thanks for coming home.

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