thought. originally posted 10.18.09

thought.

by Liz Anderson on Sunday, 18 October 2009 at 22:08 ·

The sky is black
and I'm missing you.
But my heart is locked away and I
don't know if I want to let it out.

tis' better to have loved and lost I'm told.
but what if I can't recover?
What if, like Humpty Dumpty my heart shatters
and what if, you run away with a piece of it?
How do you move on when a piece of you is gone?

What if I didn't live my life on "what if's"?
Would I be happier?
sadder? stronger?
more fragile?
What if I never know?

I know if I give my heart to you
it would not come back the same.

a random page. originally posted 8.18.09

a random page.

by Liz Anderson on Tuesday, 18 August 2009 at 22:24 ·

Written 07/17/09

[raise lone spotlight on stool in center of black stage]

Today was a strange and sad an happy and wonderful day. Today I got to meet Hudson Casey - Chris and Angie's newest baby. He is a doll. Today I also got to say goodbye to Uncle Wayne. We have such a short time here on earth. Some shorter than others. My brother told me today on our way down to Alex for the funeral that one of his friends lost their baby at birth recently. To grace this earth for mere minutes before leaving it behind is difficult to comprehend. As the dad put it, "I kissed my little girl for the first and last time today." I think my brother summed it up well is saying. "it makes you look at Sophia and thank God."

I know the tears I cried and am crying are selfish ones. They are because I wanted more time. I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. I wasn't ready for people I love to hurt like this. I wish I could give Frances a great big hug and not let go until the hurt stopped. I know with time it gets easier even though it will never go away. And I know that my Uncle Wayne is in a better place with no pain and no ailments and is celebrating with God. It doesn't take it away but it does make it easier. Though it does still make a person think.

[blackout.]

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;

[Enter Hudson stage left. Exit Uncle Wayne stage right.]

I will always love you.

TWITLOL v1 i6 originally posted 10.1.07

TWITLOL v1 i6

by Liz Anderson on Monday, 1 October 2007 at 00:02 ·

Alright, alright… It has been a while again and it is not even that there has been nothing going on. I have just been busy with a lot of “new.” Crazy I know. Let’s see where to begin..

It was a Tuesday night not last week but the week before. I was chatting with people online and decided to head to bed early. This in itself was a bizarre phenomenon. As I lay there sleeping, I was awoken from my slumber by a phone call. For those of you who have never heard my ring tone, it makes me smile no matter the time of day I hear it. Answering my phone at approximately 12:34 a.m. I heard my brother. The conversation went something like this:

M: what are you doing?
Me: sleeping.
M: oh. Well Nicole just called me and she thinks it might be time.
Me: oh. Ok.
M: when do you work tomorrow?
Me: I don’t, it’s Wednesday.
M: that’s right.. My kid is smart.
Me: why?
M: well it’s my anniversary and my wife and I didn’t get to see each other but my daughter is calling me home early so I can see her – but not on out anniversary. And I don’t work tomorrow and you have the day off..
Me: I see. You’re right the kid is smart.
M: can you come over and watch Meg in case we need to go in to the hospital?
Me: yeah I’ll be there.
M: don’t get up yet I haven’t left work yet but I have someone coming in to close for me.
Me: ok.
M: oh but the rule is that you can’t sit and stare at Nicole.
Me: ok?
M: she says that is what I am going to do. She has been having contractions since 2:00 p.m. but didn’t tell me until now because she didn’t want me to sit there and stare at her.
Me: I’ll do my best.
M: ok I’m going to go. I have to stop and let the dogs out at Jan’s I’ll set out their food so if you need to go over there in the morning everything will be ready.
Me: ok see you in a bit.

So I laid there and thought about what I was going to pack so I could be presentable if I had to drop the kid off at school the next day as well as make it through the rest of my day. Soon the phone was ringing again.

M: Ok I’m on my way to Jan’s.
Me: ok. I’ll get up and get ready.

I packed my bag and headed out. it was now nearly 1:00 a.m. As I approached the interstate exit on 25th street, my phone started ringing again..

M: where are you?
Me: on 25th almost to the interstate.
M: ok well I am here. Call me when you get here.
Me: ok. Bye.

So a few minutes later I arrived at their place and walked to the patio door where I was assuming he would be there to let me in. He was not. So I wandered back toward my car. I decided to see if their cars were in the lot. I found Jan’s car.. Not really putting 2 and 2 together that Jan was out of town and this was why my brother had to check on the dogs.. Just then my phone rang again. It was my brother he was standing at the side door waiting for me. I went in crawled into the bed in the baby’s room and went to sleep only slightly aware of my brother and sister-in-law talking in the next room.

Around 2:30 a.m. I woke up to my brother setting the phone on the nightstand next to me saying, “we’re going in. I’ll call you and let you know if you need to bring Meg to school.” Like I wouldn’t figure it out if he was not there that I would need to take her to school.. He was clearly not thinking sanely. As it turned out, when I got up around 6:30 a.m. I wandered out to the living room to see/hear my brother snoring on the couch. The trip to the hospital had been relatively uneventful with only the viewing of Full House and America’s Funniest Home Videos before they were sent home.

I however still got to bring Meg to school the next morning as neither of them had really slept all night. Turns out my brother sat at stared at Nicole all night until he got kicked to the couch – just as she thought he would do.

Aside from the baby scare… My uncle Curt got married last weekend. It was a good time. I helped my sister with makeup for Judy (bride) and Bobbi Jo (maid of honor) then moved on to my duties pinning flowers. Jen Howard and I were in charge of that. Apparently we didn’t know what we were doing when we started but were quickly taught by the photographer. I made it through the day with out mangling my fingers with pinholes. In fact I only poked myself two times all day once was pinning my own flower – not too shabby – although, the one poke got infected and I had to amputate my middle finger at the second knuckle. Ok so not really but it was infected and it hurt for a bit.

Three days later my mom had hip surgery in Thief River Falls. Things seem to have gone well. I spent my Wednesday between VIP day in the AM with Meg at her school and then the remainder of my day with my mom in the hospital. Wednesday was not a good day for her – lots of ups and downs but we made it. Thursday things started going better which is good, as I had to be at work in Fargo and Julie was in Alexandria. By Friday it was time for mom to go home too! They really don’t waste time these days with getting people out of the hospital.

So my uncle has a new wife, my mom has a new hip and my brother is waiting on his new daughter. Somewhere I am intermingled amidst it all and loving it. For now I best close though as you never know when the next late night baby alert will come in…

TWITLOL v1i5 belated originally posted 9/5/07

TWITLOL v1i5 belated

by Liz Anderson on Wednesday, 5 September 2007 at 20:47 ·

The hazards of coffee

When I was in college I had an espresso machine. I actually still have it but rarely use it. At any rate, I used to make coffee and espresso a lot. I also used to not sleep much. I think this led to an early demise of something in my life although I have yet to determine what that was/is. Since then it has really only had a negative impact on my life. Or what some (perhaps including myself) may deem as a negative impact on my life.

I can remember nights at 500 E 5th St in Morris with pot after pot of coffee intertwined with espresso, not really sleeping and yet never quite awake. Classmates coming over to work on projects and presentations; my hands half shaking from the caffeine as I tried to line pages straight on my tag board. Actually this is only a half exaggeration.

I thought I was doing better. I thought I had mostly broke myself of the whole coffee habit and then this thing called dating came into my life. It seems “coffee” is a good thing to do on a date. Although when you go out for coffee most people neglect to actually drink coffee. Not quite sure how that works but most often it seems there is little to no coffee consumed on the so-called coffee dates.

Sometimes these coffee dates turn out well and other times you think they turned out well and still other times you know they are far far from going well. What ever the case may be I know that the wretched coffee is to blame.

So here’s the deal. I am about to embark on a new chapter in life. Tomorrow I am going out for a second date with a guy I met for drinks last week. This initial date was supposed to be for "coffee". Not really sure what we are doing tomorrow but probably supper and a movie. Then, perhaps against my better judgment, on Friday I am going out with a guy I met for “coffee” last week.

This whole fiasco started last week.. Or perhaps it started a few weeks before that when I actually started going out on dates in general.. If you have been reading my blog though, you know what a catastrophe that has been.. So I really didn’t think much of going out for coffee in the middle of the day last week.

Coffee was a bit of a stretch though as I had a green tea with lemonade and the guy I was meeting had a lot to say. Turns out he is from Wheaton and used to be the Thursday night DJ at the Met in Morris. I never really went to the Met as I preferred the more laid back atmosphere of the Old #1. Which as a side is still my favorite bar ever. He likes sci-fi crap. I really don’t like sci-fi. He listens to a lot of top 40s music. I really never ever listen to top 40s music. He likes economics. I hated economics in college. The trend continues.. Turns out the only real thing we had in common was that we both spent several years living in the general vicinity of Morris MN. Yeah, a real connection.

I went home and had supper with Jess. We made Potstickers. They were tasty. Jess and I went for a walk which she promptly ditched me after as she had to be at work early only to cut out to go to class. She started grad school last week you see. My life is gravely different. Okay, so not really but we do have to schedule a bit more than, “Hey what are you doing? Cool, I’ll be over in a few minutes..”

After Jess left, I logged onto my computer and chatted with a few friends. Which eventually ended up in me logging off and heading downtown for a drink. This drink was with a guy I was supposed to meet for coffee. Again I stress the downfall “coffee” has played in our society.

The previous text was written about a week ago. I have since “gone out” with both of the individuals again; neither of which was a very successful event.

As it turns out the guy from downtown doesn’t much know what he is doing in life. He is ambitious enough (read: he works three jobs) but tends to not be able to carry on much of a directed conversation. This is a problem. He is also very indecisive and extremely “hard to read”. I had a brilliant conversation planned out (really more of a monologue) telling him how his indecisiveness was annoying and he needed to work on his communication skills. Unfortunately as I prepared to unleash my masterpiece, he told me his friend died that day. Needless to say it is a bit tough to tell someone that they are annoying right after they tell you that their friend died today.

Regarding the guy from Wheaton, well he’s a bit of the opposite. He is a definite talker. But again, didn’t really say much of anything with a purpose. We went to the movie and then I went home. I am not foreseeing anything grand happening there.

So here I sit – just me, a glass of fruit punch and my cat. It’s a good life. I just have to learn to lay off the coffee.

P.S. No this is not the blog I was referring to in the pending edition..

This Week in the Life of Liz. volume 1 issue 4 orig posted 8.5.07

This Week in the Life of Liz. volume 1 issue 4

by Liz Anderson on Sunday, 5 August 2007 at 21:30 ·

I have long been contemplating this latest edition but now I actually have people questioning where it is so I guess it is time to stop pondering and start writing. And so, This week in the Life of Liz. Volume 1 Issue 4:

I was on vacation for a week since last I wrote. It was over all a good experience. I went to a family reunion. (Yes another one.) Then I headed to Fargo for a day just to go there. I ended up going to the Castleton winery with Jess. It was fun. I got some rhubarb wine (rhubarb pie in a glass is what it really is) as well as sampling several other varieties. Some will appreciate this more than others but the rhubarb wine I bought was in an Arthur ND bottle. From there I headed to Alexandria for a few days. I got to see Katie, Chris, Angie, my boys (Lucas and Caleb and Chris but he is already listed), my sister and my great aunt and uncle.

The plan was to go to the three wineries in the Alex area and pick up some MN wine. I made it to one of the wineries. Worst experience I have had in a long time if not ever. I was there for about and hour and a half. When I first got there the tasting room was a bit busy so I just browsed around for a bit. Then a group of people left and the workers started asking the others if they needed anything, any help if they wanted to sample anything -- everyone in there except me. So I finally just went and stood by the counter and said excuse me. The reply I received was something along the lines of did you need something. I asked where the tours started and the man pointed to a vague area and said if I hurried I could catch the group that had left 5 minutes ago. So I headed out in the direction he had pointed however there were about four trails to choose from and no one visible on any of them. So I went and wandered around a bit. Finding no one I headed back inside. I browsed around a bit more and still no sign of customer service. So again I went to the counter. I stood there again for quite some time browsing the wine selection that they had for sampling and watching the worker offer every other person around the counter samples. When the lady finally noticed me she didn’t offer me to sample any she just asked if the items in front of me were mine and if I was ready to check out. I said no and she continued to help other people. I left. It was an hour and a half since I had arrived and not once did I sense one inkling of customer service from any other the five employees I had seen. As a result I would highly advise that you do not visit the Carlos Creek Winery. I have been advising this to every person that has asked about my vacation -- perhaps a poor choice on their part to not provide customer service.

I then tried to go to the winery just south of Alexandria. I think it may be closed. All of the signs I used to drive by had disappeared and there was no sign of life even on their website. At that point I gave up and went to the liquor store in Alex where I bought some wine from Laport. I still wanted MN wine and it was either Laport or Carlos Creek and I was not going to support their business. Besides I figured it didn’t matter if I bought wine I hadn’t tried from Laport or wine I hadn’t tried from Carlos Creek.. So I picked the lesser of two evils.

Friday I brought my sister to drop off her car to get the fan fixed – imagine 100 degree temps with no air.. icky. Then back to pick it up on her lunch break. After that I was off to Park Rapids to visit my friend James. It was a good night. We headed to Dorset for supper at Companeros. If you browse through my pictures and happen upon on of me on a plaster donkey by a Mexican flag it was taken at Companeros. Later that evening we headed up to the American Legion for Karaoke. I sang the way I do best.. from my chair in the back of the room mocking the people singing into the mic. Jess also joined us at the Legion as she was at her parents just a few miles away for the weekend. Also a good time.

Saturday I was back to Gully for more family time and Alissa’s wedding reception. It was fun seeing classmates I hadn’t seen in some time. I also ran into Alissa’s uncle who happened to go to college in Morris. I met him randomly at a graduation BBQ in my back yard where through brief discussion we realized that he was the uncle to my classmate.. To this day he says I make him feel old. I won’t mention any names but for those of you who know Susie’s last name, you can look through my facebook friends and figure it out… Sorry.. Later that evening I went to my Grandpa’s to visit and saw my cousin’s someday to be fiancé. I keep checking for a ring but nothing yet. Someday..

Sunday was a typical day with church and family. Then the realization that I had to go back to Fargo and prepare for a week back at the J.O.B. -- sad but true.

The past week really wasn’t too interesting.. I worked and then I worked and then I had a day off… I did go to visit my aunt who had heart surgery which was good.. Then I went to work.. I actually got to work an earlier shift on Thursday as I went to a Redhawks game for work.. Jess also went with me to the game as my guest.. It was our “forget the boys, girls night out”. I had a foot long chili dog.. mmm chili dogs.. and ice cream. Friday/Saturday work, work and overtime work. On the up side, we are having a contest at work to beat our personal best for calls per week in the months of July and August.. I beat my record the first week – just in case since I was going on vacation.. Then this week I clobbered my new personal best record by 75 calls.. Too bad it only counts once.

Saturday night I had supper with Jess and Bets then off to a movie with Jess. Mr. Brooks. It was interesting enough.. sort of twisted.. but good overall. Today, Sunday, the three of us headed to DL to go tubing. I went on the record from the get go that it was a bad idea as it was 62 degrees and cloudy with a chance of rain. I held to this as we pulled to the tubing place and there was one I repeat one car there.. The place that a month and one day ago had triple-parked cars had one car today.. We went back to town and had pizza at Zorbaz, my friend Niki joined us for lunch or the aftermath thereof as her mom had just cooked her a large breakfast and she was still recovering from WEFest. We did head back out to the river “just to check and there were seven cars so we decided it must be ok to go.. So we packed up some tubes and down the river we went. The river has dropped quite a bit in the past month. In fact last time I couldn’t touch in many places and this time we had to get up and pull our tubes over shallow areas with rocks. I think the end of the tubing season is upon us..

Now I am back at my apartment. I logged on to see requests for this update and thought what time like the present. So there you have it. Consider yourself updated. I hope to get the next installment posted much more promptly for those of you who look forward to my life. Have a good one and take it easy.

-Liz.

This week in the life of Liz. volume 1 issue 3 orig posted 7.19.07

This week in the life of Liz. volume 1 issue 3

by Liz Anderson on Thursday, 19 July 2007 at 20:43 ·

I know you are all wondering were my post is. Or perhaps you are pointing and laughing because I only made it two weeks into my new resolution.. Everyday this post gets alter and later (imagine that J) On Saturday morning I woke up and knew exactly what to write and how to write it. But I didn't have time to write it and now my thoughts have dissipated. I have tried three times now to write this week's edition, but here I sit. Hopefully this time (third times the charm right…) will be better.

Last week. What a crazy one. I would like to refer to it as the week of epiphanies – some more substantial than others. Here is a list: Unfortunately the way to a guy's heart might just be through his stomach. There is good reason for some people to date online – better than others for sure… You should never introduce your friends to a new pastime if you don't want them to ditch you. Because I spend my life avoiding conflict, I don't know how to handle it well – at all. I might, although unconsciously, be a mean person.

The week started off well.. I went swimming on Sunday and out for a walk on Monday. Tuesday I had to call people so I held off on the walk. Apparently, looking back, that was the downfall of my week. Wednesday I was by myself. First of all, realization hit that my friends really are finding dates and people to spend their time with aside from me. They are also going on vacations and that leaves me with two options. Sit at home by myself, or get my butt out the door and meet people.

So after baking a scrumptious fudge truffle cheesecake, I sat at home with no one to share it with. Betsy was out of town with company coming as soon as she got back Jess was on a date with the fabulous new guy from when I ditched her the night before, and I was at home with a cheesecake. I finally found someone to eat some of the cheesecake. Too bad for me, it was the kicked puppy from last week.

I know I know. Stupid idea. But I could not possibly eat the entire cheesecake by myself. Unfortunately, this only encouraged the bad behavior on his part.. Fortunately, I think I have gotten my point across to him since then..

Friday I went on another date. It was great.. I learned I might be a touch superficial. I like my date to look me in the eye with both eyes.. This guy couldn't. Any of you who know me from high school know that this is a prerequisite. You all laughed at the time but now it really is essential.. Besides, he was really boring. We in theory talked for two hours and I know three things about him. Three things I knew before we went out. He wasn't much of a conversationalist – a big no-no. Now he keeps calling me and I feel kind of bad not answering his calls but really.. I need a guy with two functioning eyes, all visible teeth and the ability to carry a conversation.. Is that really too much to ask?

Friday night after my not so stellar date, a trip to the grocery store, another cheesecake and a bit of tasty wine, I was chatting with the kicked puppy online. I've been told it is a bad idea to chat with him as it encourages the bad behavior but it's like a bad car crash. You just have to watch it and then drive by, repeatedly, later to see if everything is cleaned up. I got some fabulous insight from him that night.

I was correct when I came to the assumption that he saw more in our supper date than I did. At some point on our conversation that lasted until almost 4:00 a.m., he started gushing about how I was so beautiful and how he wanted to kiss me that night… (big sigh) I really can't say that I would even talk to him now had he done that. I am not a fan of PDA. In fact I probably would have slapped him. I might have an abrasive side. Who knew. At any rate, he then proceeded to say I really hope you don't remember anything I am saying tonight.. Like I suddenly turned into a goldfish and have a 30 second memory span – not likely.

Saturday I met Betsy for breakfast. I am one of the few people that can get her butt out of bed in the morning when she doesn't need to be anywhere. It's because she loves me. Then I packaged my cheesecake (it was part of my wedding gift) and headed down to Morris.

Tommy and Shannon's wedding was beautiful. Tommy was funny. I was coming down the receiving line and he quick said hi thanks to the people in front of me and than ran back and gave me a big hug. It made me really glad I could make it. The reception was a bit odd however. I only knew ten people. Most of them were in the wedding party. It was still a good time though.

I got to my parents' around midnight. My dad woke up around 12:30 and called my cell to see where I was.. I politely told him I was in bed sleeping. He couldn't hear me so I walked down the hall and explained I was in bed sleeping. I proceeded to go back to bed. My mom woke up around 1:30 and decided I should be home and called my cell phone to see where I was. I again answered my phone and politely told her I was sleeping in my bed. Knowing that she couldn't hear me (just like my dad – apparently my cell doesn't get very good reception in my bedroom in the middle of no where who knew..)I hung up my phone. She promptly called back thinking that I was "in trouble". I again walked down the hall to let her know that I was sleeping in my bed just down the hall.

Sunday was another interesting day. I went with my family to church in MacIntosh. I lasted about 2 minutes into the services before I demanded the keys from my Dad and went to Fosston. Call me crazy, but I don't like being told I'm going to hell because I wasn't baptized as an infant. This seems to be a trend every time I go there. I was trying to be good since it was my Grandpa's birthday but that didn't last.. Grandpa's birthday party went well.

Sunday evening I headed over to my Grandma's to visit with my aunt who is up from AZ. It was a good time. Actually a bunch of people ended up coming over. Janice and Jimmy, Darald, Danny, Tina, Ryan, Hannah, Nicole, Brian, Emily, Neal, Jolene, David, Becky, Marilyn, Grandma, Mom, Dad and me. I like hanging out with family. They have to accept me. Some of them might even like me if I weren't family..

So that was my week. Feel free to post and comments or questions you may have. Although I would be surprised if anyone made it this far down.. Kudos to you if you did!

Until next week..

This Week in the Life of Liz Volume 1 Issue 2 orig posted 7.6.07

This Week in the Life of Liz Volume 1 Issue 2

by Liz Anderson on Friday, 6 July 2007 at 23:56 ·

I am certain that everyone is rushing to the newsstand to pick up the latest edition of This Week in the Life of Liz. As it turns out, this week wasn’t necessarily that interesting.

Monday I was at work. Nothing really that interesting there. Although I did find out that there is a gal on my team that is mad at me because my scheduled moved up before hers even though she’s been there longer. My manager basically told her to suck it up. Always a good sign. :S

Tuesday I was at work again. That night I spent a lot of time on the phone after a nice leisurely (unless you ask Jess who thought it was painstakingly fast) walk. Solidifying plans for the fourth as well as mudding up plans for the rest of the week. I’ll explain in a bit.

Wednesday was a day of sun-soaking, liquor-drinking, river-floating fun. The exception to that was that I really didn’t drink—although everyone else did. I was the DD. Less than two miles off the river, I got pulled over going 54 in a 55. The officer ran my license and thanked me for being a DD. It was exciting and I just about crapped myself. Oh the stories I could tell from the river but perhaps you had to be there… if you really want to hear some just ask. I’ve got everything from sobriety checks to leachy bottoms to people incapable of keeping their shirts on.

Thursday was back to work. I was rather lobster-esque after Wednesday’s expeditions. Went for a truly leisurely walk while discussing the inability for people to act upon what they are thinking. (I miss writing in opaque sentences with hidden meanings so I thought I would drop one in.)

Friday. TGIF. To bad I work every Saturday until I am no longer of childbearing years–or so it seems it will last that long. The systems crashed at work today. That is always a good time. “No unfortunately we do not have an SLA for when the systems will be back up. Technology is aware of the issue and does have a master ticket open at this time. Hopefully it will not be too long. Yes that maintenance can be submitted manually using the XYZ form.”

Saturday I will head back to the J.O.B. 4:30 p.m. I am out the door and off to the lake. It seems that when the weather throws you things like temps close to 100*, you get a bit feisty and decide to leave town for the lake. Bonfire with s’mores and hot dogs cannot really be argued with.

Now I suppose, unless you got side tracked by my wandering conversation I should digress back to the “I’ll explain in a bit” portion of earlier said text. While I have started to kind of date (it’s still in a questionable status) I have just about thrown in the towel seventy-two gazillion times the past two weeks. First of all, please do not tell me that you are a recovering alcoholic/drug addict whose parents threw you into rehab. Especially don’t tell me this on our first date. While it saves me time in slowly drudging this out of you, it makes the date a lot less appealing. Secondly, please do not tell me that you believe in a “higher power” even if you don’t choose to call “it” God. Especially don’t follow that up with yeah I believe there was a guy named Jesus (gee-sus) and if you live in Mexico you probably called him Jesus (hey-suess). Thirdly, I really would rather not know that you have “started many relationships on the physical side” but are trying to stay away from that now. I do not want your STDs.

If for some reason you still think that after three strikes you still might have a chance, here is a good way to lose it. When talking to me a week later, if I say I don’t really have plans for the rest of the week, do not say, “Well let me know after you plan your week. We should do something.” I will be likely to schedule my entire week without you in it and then say that’s too bad when you call three days later to see what I am doing and then you proceed to sound like a kicked puppy when I say I have other plans. Just a thought.

Here is what you should do if you feel that you have the potential to crawl back out from under the fifty ton boulder that squashed any chance you may have had. “Gee I really had fun last week. What are your plans for this week? Really, nothing going on after the fourth? How about we (fill in the blank with any remotely fun, semi public because I still think you might be a rapist who will hack me into tiny pieces and leave me by the roadside activity) on Thursday/Friday. Great, I can’t wait…”

Perhaps then I might thin that you have some balls and might be worth my time.

Oh. As promised I also bought some cherries this week. I know you were wondering.