Will they or won't they, that's the big question today. Will the gnomes come? Will they work? The gnomes, darlings, are the contractors - I've redubbed them because there's never any telling when they'll arrive or what they'll do when they get here.
Didgeridoo Boy and I didn't have the most terribly exciting weekend. The alarm clock on my mobile phone jarred him from sleep and scared him senseless on Friday morning, resulting in one of the most amusing Didge episodes to date, but shortly after he sprung out of bed, stalked down the hall, plopped my phone in front of me, and stood off in the distance looking completely frazzled, I realized just how sick he was. Poor Didge has bronchitis, which has settled in good and proper. I rounded up some cold meds for him on Saturday, which have had him knocked out ever since. I'm hoping he's on the mend finally, though, as we have passes to see Zombieland and he's rearing to get to the theater. (I think it's driving him bananas that so many friends have seen it and he has yet to.)
So - no fun, exciting videos or pics from the weekend, other than the two I posted from Friday night.
Zing some get-well thoughts (and good job hunting vibes) Didge's way, if you don't mind!
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