Monday, August 14, 2006

Last Cat, er, Dog Days of Summer

The cat's in the bag




Hard to believe that summer is almost over, isn't it? This has been my first summer working full-time, and let me tell you: It sucks. Instead of soaking up the rays and using these dog days to my full-advantage, I am cooped up inside, left to stare at the ball-scratching teamsters who frequent outside my window. At least they get to be in the sun.

Regardless, September is fast approaching and I am feeling my annual end-of-summer panic attack. QUICKLY! I must use the rest of my days with as much summer fun I can muster.

Such was the plan for this weekend. But I spent most of it indoors, sleeping. Of course, Ross is crippled so it's not like we could go trapaising through a field or anything...and it woudn't exactly be fair that I go frolicking among the briar patches while he lies on his bed, moaning in pain (OK, that's a slight exageration...there are no briar patches around).

However, we did get to do one easy summer activity which is going out to eat/drink on a patio somewhere. And what made it all the more enjoyable was that we had a Journalism School reunion. It was nice to catch up while catching up on the summer sun I have so sorely missed.
The J-schoolers fine dining at Scruffys in New West


Ross plots the iminent death of all around him, as he plans to let loose "Clockwork Orange style"

2 comments:

jeff and ross said...

(Ross)
Can't help but feel I came off somewhat badly in this post. Never call me a teamster again and remember, a bird in the briar is worth two in your bush...no, wait a minute...remember to believe in magic or i'll kill you...yeah that's it.

Wanderlusting said...

"Oh there you are Ross, what have you been doing?"

"Killing people"