So. April 1st. Any April Fool’s Day stories to pass on? I have one. My wife calls this morning as they’re supposed to be leaving San Diego, and says they’re not leaving because my daughter has a 103 degree fever. I freak out a little bit.
April Fool’s!
That’s all I got, actually. I forgot it was the first of April.
In non-practical joke news, I helped Shannon and Brian move into their new apartment in downtown Bend. Well, I and five other people helped. Not a bad move at all, though; they already had everything packed up and ready to go, and they don’t own too many big pieces of furniture. And, really, they don’t own that much stuff—at least compared to the amount of crap I and my family have been hauling around for years now. So we were mostly done by one o’clock. And got pizza and beer out of the deal.
Their new place is pretty sweet. Overlooking downtown, mere blocks away from, well, everything, with a view of Pilot Butte from the balcony—yeah, we’re gonna be hanging out there a lot this summer, I think. Several of us have already discussed getting our own keys and setting up a mini-fridge full of beer on the balcony. :).
Ummm, whatever! Unless you want to help assemble the grill and the patio furniture. The catswent out there today and laid in the sun. It was pretty cool.
Hahahaha I didn’t say you were *there* when we were discussing the extra keys and stuff! 🙂
Hmmm this Bend scene is seeming cooler and cooler by the moment
Yep. Bend rules. 🙂