Geo has one of his WWII doohickey thingers this weekend. Loosely interpretted, I will have the weekend to myself. Well, me and the baby will be hanging out together.
I mentioned this in passing on the phone to my mother. She already has my Saturday booked. I never even had a chance. She jumped on that like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat.
I'm not sure, but I swear a could hear her sharpening her credit cards on a grinding stone.