Reaching...

Warning: This entry is pretty much pointless.

I woke this morning intending to check on repairs for Didgeridoo Boy's computer and making a run for lawn bags so I can start cleaning our yards in preparation for spring's fun and games. Had coffee. Got semi-ready: Jeans, tank, hoodie, leopard sneakers, minimal makeup, hair in braided ponytail. Didgeridoo Boy grabbed a stack of X-Box 360 games on our way out. Game Stop, he said. We had to go to Game Stop so he could trade them in, as he wanted the "big Halo Reach set".

We checked on the computer thing. Then it was off to the closest Game Stop, which was sold out of what Didge was after, but they found one in stock at a location half an hour or so away. Came home, dropped off his computer, and away we went. Less than an hour later, we had it.

And then the drive home happened. We should have turned left out of the shopping center, but that seemed too difficult. Turning right resulted in a highly scenic 90-minute journey that took us past more churches than I ever knew could exist in one place, a really cool sculpture of a giraffe that I didn't manage to get a picture of (drat), and up to one of the gates to the Savannah River Site, known locally as, "The Bumb Plant". I should have taken a picture of that, too, but I was too involved with trying to see if I could check in there on Foursquare for the novelty factor. I didn't get a picture of the sign for "Sparky's Trailer Park" that's outside the gates, either. Damn, I suck today.

Anyway, we wound up going down, down, and down a country road for a good bit, and finally wound up coming back into Augusta through the ghetto. Stopped for lunch, where we decided to hell with making the lawn bag run and put off the yard work until Thursday. We did, however, manage a grocery stop, where Didge surprised me with a big box of chocolates for hauling me into the hithers of yon.

I'm scribbling into my calendar to go way the hell back out that way just to take tourist photos as Didge prepares to teach me to play Halo Reach. Evidently, I am to join him on a "campaign". Perhaps I should have stuck to yard work. You have NO idea how hard I can flat-out suck at dealing with a game controller.