I'm in love with busy weekends, because I usually do nothing but school work. I'm also fond of using commas whenever I please to show pause even though sometimes I shouldn't, technically. Suck on it.
It was nearly 80° Sunday morning when Lindsey and I got up. We hadn't been to Morrow Mountain since October and I was itching to walk among trees. We spent the better half of the morning there, jousting with our walking sticks and being slobbered by dogs. After a few miles of coaxing Lindsey through tall grass and 45-degree rock patches, I drove her around to the other side of the mountain. There is where the Hathcocks have their yearly reunion. Hopefully she'll be able to attend this years'. It's a good ol' time of burnt hotdogs and pretending you know who anyone is. And trying to act like a supreme conservative who brushes his teeth before talking about George Bush.
We then met with Robin Williams' father about another house in Albemarle, but it was suspended from a cliff over a pit of ghetto children, so we declined.
The rest of the weekend was padded with a big family meal at Joel's Seafood, a stop by J. Talbert, and a couple ACC Tournament games. Good filler, I guess. Except for filling out the FAFSA. I hate Internet Explorer.
This week is our Spring Break. I'm at work; Lindsey wanted to come, so she's been here all day, too. I helped several people for the first four hours of work, but now this place is empty. Tomorrow we're going by the bank, I'm going to don a tux for the first time, and we're off to Concord to see Brokeback Mountain before it's gone. I want to see what all the fuss is about.
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