I mean do you know any other preacher who would consider a man in his congregation picking his nose a prayer?
Rock on, RLP.
I spent all day today on my User Interface Design Document, which is due in its entirety this coming Thursday.
You know you have the sweetest boyfriend in history when you can't even remember how to turn on your own vacuum cleaner because it's been that long since you've used it yourself. I finally figured it out.
Robert came over at about 6:00, and we grilled out some filet mignon and hot dogs. How's that for a combo?
We ate the hot dogs as "an appetizer" and remembered Joan Rivers' joke about Liz Taylor when she (Liz) was at her heaviest: "When they asked Liz what she wanted on her hot dog, she said, 'A hamburger.'"
With the filets, we had some butter-sautéed mushrooms that were just excellent, and some green beans. It was all good.
Dancing was decent tonight. We had a good number of dancers including Carl, Bill, Michael, Chris (zinnian), Rick, and Ross, who came dressed as a cowboy. I had a two-step with Walter, who's a two-stepper, but not a line dancer.
We were stopped promptly at 10:30, but don't ask me why. It wasn't at all crowded in there, and the "Mr. Bear Magazine" guy activities weren't starting until midnight. We stayed a little while, but left before it started.