... Okay, so there was no park. It just sounded good!
Slept in today (after being awake most of Friday night). Made myself coffee, but no breakfast (I have a luncheon engagement). Since I had some time, go everything ready for painting the back room laundry area.
Met my friend Molly for lunch at an Irish pub in Berkley. Had a bit of a problem determining "Irish" food on the menu, lol! Knockwurst, bratwurst and kielbasa constitutes the "Irish Lad's sausage platter"? I think I now understand why the potato famine was such a tragedy, as it seems potatoes might be the extent of Irish cuisine! Well, be that as it may, I had a lovely time eating and talking. Erin go braugh!
Came back home and started cutting in the white paint. Now that I've learned, I got much less paint on me this time (but still managed enough that anyone would know I'd been painting!) I had the Tiger's game on the TV, turned up loud.
Jake and Carla showed up, with Jake's disabled car (AAA brought it on a flat bed truck). They wanted to make burgers for dinner and I said, "Sure!" So, while I finished cutting in the paint, they went and got the fixin's. Jake used the electric griddle to first make bacon, then grilled cheese burgers. Carla cut up tomatoes, lettuce and sliced an onion. I sat on my butt and visited. When everything was done, we had BLT cheese burgers that were excellent!
Not sure if I've ever mentioned this, but I HATE painting! So, them being here gave me a good excuse not to finish the laundry area. Instead, we played cards. It was sorta close, but Jake ended up kicking our butts. I tried wearing Carla's lucky hat (I look pretty in pink, I think) but it didn't help.
Her hat did help the Tiger's, though. They were tied until she went in the bedroom (with her hat on) and then the Tiger's got a home run and won the series!!!
After they left, I was faced with a choice. Go back to painting, then do the flooring, get the washer and drier back in place (so I could at least wash my bedspread - Scruffy deposited a fur-ball on it while I was at lunch - groan) or just call it good and take the rest of the night off. Wanna guess which one won?