Monday, Monday

I got to see boyfriend again this weekend. I always enjoy the time - albeit too short. I got to the arrivals curb when he should have gotten there, but his plane ran 15 minutes late. I sat in my car at the curb the entire time, and was not harrassed at all by TSA to not park on a curb. Must be a new policy of TSA....

We did some nice things like get some fish to try and help the algae in my dad's pond. Then we took him out to dinner Saturday night. Friday night, we picked up some KFC on our way to the house. Then my mom made it home late Saturday night, and we all went to breakfast Sunday morning.

Boyfriend did manage to get the "toy truck" to his house in San Diego. It took a long time, but he did get eventually get there.

I did as much ironing as I could stand, then headed off to bed. Wasn't sure a couple times when I woke up where I was. I guess it's a hazard of being in several different places in a week. But I'm tired and draggy, so I guess I'll have to go to bed as soon as tonight's episode of "24" is over.