An Early Morning Schedule...

 

We had to be up early this morning.  A 6:00 departure.

No, we aren't going anywhere, but we are taking Steph and Dan to the airport.  Departure from our house at 6:00am.

Not sure why this happens, but if I have nothing on the agenda, I am generally up between 5:30 and 6:00.  But, if I have to get up early for a reason, I wake up and check my watch (on my nightstand) at least once an hour.

We were out of the house right on time.  Dan drove to the airport, they got out at the Departures drop off, we had our hugs, then we took off with Dan's car.  Leaving the airport at 6:30, it only made sense to stop for breakfast on the way home.

Joan suggested Waffle House, and there happened to be one near the airport, right on our route.  I am always up for Waffle House, and even better when it isn't my suggestion.  The food was good, some to take home, and we were back to the house at 7:38.

Morning patio time.  In the 80s that time of day, expecting to see 114º for a high today.  Yeah, upper 80s feels almost refreshing, knowing what is coming.

Steph and Dan are off for a vacation with Dan's sisters and their families.  They trust us to take care of the cats and the house while they are gone.  Of course, we may have let it slip that we are planning a blow-out party at their house while they are gone.  What's that?  No, I have never had a blow-out party, but I've seen enough movies to to know that there will have to be a bunch of people we don't know, mass consumption of alcohol, and rowdy behavior by all involved.  It probably makes sense to have the party tonight so we have the whole week to clean up and repair or replace broken furniture and dishes.  And sober up the cats.

I may have to watch Risky Business again to make sure I have it all down.  I've been practicing sliding across the floor in socks, shirts and underwear while lip-syncing to Bob Seger's Old Time Rock 'n Roll... I'm going to have to get some tighty-whities to pull the look together.  And a Porsche.  And hookers.  Steph and Dan don't have a cut-glass egg, so we may have to toss around a different prized possesion of hers... like her TV remote.  Yes, these are all references to that movie. 

Just kidding.  We'll have to substitute Dan's Buick for the Porsche.