Sunday, June 03, 2007

Lazy Sunday

Mr. Pibb + Red Vines = Crazy Delicious

Well, the day began like any other day. I stayed up late bowling. I am a crappy bowler. Adam taught me how to spin the ball instead of just bowling like an old man or little girl. I FINALLY got the hang of it oh, about game 5 or 6. I bowled a 165 and a 154 with the spin. I also bowled a 132 left-handed. Again, I am a crappy bowler. After we got home, I was thirsty, but didn't want to do anything about it. Eventually, I went to get something to drink, when I got back I got caught up in the movie Fight Club.

I fell asleep around 3:30 or so. Adam woke me up at 9 something. We went and got breakfast and brought it back to the apartamento. We then had to get the U-Haul. I was there to move stuff. That is my mission in life. To help people move stuff. Well, they were out of trucks. Insane. I thought Adam was gonna break some glass. We could have worked harder to secure a truck from someone, but just kind of decided not to do anything at all. We went in the backyard and played baseball catch for forever. After numerous sweet home-run saving catches, we had to get in the pool. Judging by the redness on my shoulders, we were at the pool a little too long.

We really didn't get much done today. Oh well, Adam and I haven't just hung out in a while. Allegedly, Kari was home all day. At least, I think she was. Maybe it was just her voice on a recording. I was at the apartment until about 9:30 tonight, and never once saw her.

Sunni is doing steadily better today. Painful and sore. I guess that is to be expected. When the laundry finishes and I put some more aloe on my shoulders, it is gonna be sleepytime.

3 comments:

Adam Cates said...

ummm...yeah

Adam Cates said...

Dude...
Kari and I got almost everything moved yesterday evening.
We even got the FREAKING PIANO. I thought I was going to die at one point, but we got it moved in.

Coach Cates said...

That is awesome. Fantastic stuff. I am so glad you didn't die. That would be awkward, you know, writing a comment after you died.