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It's Monday? How did that happen already? Weekends are much too short. It seems like it has just started and bam! its already over. Saturday I drove kidunit, who wasn't feeling quite the thing, down to a con in South Denver which ate up the morning, then we had to rush back through Homecoming Football Traffic to meet ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyra (who has recently moved to the area) for lunch. We had a great time and will have to do that again sometime soon! Only we need to make sure there's not a football game scheduled to screw up traffic. Then I went home and took a two-margarita-inspired nap. :-) Yes, I am a cheap drunk. I spent the rest of the weekend reading the stack of Sue Henry mysteries I borrowed from bluster, in between helping kidunit work on costuming, and doing my laundry and some household stuff. It seems like I didn't do anything. I barely got online at all. So that was my thrilling weekend.
The weather this morning is chilly and rainy, very fall-like. Our yard is full of bright yellow leaves from our trees, and the raccoons are making a lot of noise as they raid our rapidly-withering apples, causing the cats to have conniptions. Despite the evening chill, our back-door neighbors are still having Really Loud Parties TM (as in, we can plainly hear them inside our house, even with all our windows and doors closed.) in their back yard until all hours on a regular basis. I'm sure I am developing a reputation as the neighborhood curmudgeon by screaming "SHUT UP!" at them when they're still out there partying at the top of their lungs at 1am. Am I wrong in thinking that it is courteous to one's neighbors to move one's party indoors, or at least try not to scream, after midnight?
In other news, I am fairly rare:
ladyra (who has recently moved to the area) for lunch. We had a great time and will have to do that again sometime soon! Only we need to make sure there's not a football game scheduled to screw up traffic. Then I went home and took a two-margarita-inspired nap. :-) Yes, I am a cheap drunk. I spent the rest of the weekend reading the stack of Sue Henry mysteries I borrowed from bluster, in between helping kidunit work on costuming, and doing my laundry and some household stuff. It seems like I didn't do anything. I barely got online at all. So that was my thrilling weekend. The weather this morning is chilly and rainy, very fall-like. Our yard is full of bright yellow leaves from our trees, and the raccoons are making a lot of noise as they raid our rapidly-withering apples, causing the cats to have conniptions. Despite the evening chill, our back-door neighbors are still having Really Loud Parties TM (as in, we can plainly hear them inside our house, even with all our windows and doors closed.) in their back yard until all hours on a regular basis. I'm sure I am developing a reputation as the neighborhood curmudgeon by screaming "SHUT UP!" at them when they're still out there partying at the top of their lungs at 1am. Am I wrong in thinking that it is courteous to one's neighbors to move one's party indoors, or at least try not to scream, after midnight?
In other news, I am fairly rare:
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