Friday was a good day.

It just was. It wasn’t a holiday. It wasn’t a birthday. It wasn’t even sunny. Or warm. Or dry. It was still good.
I learned what snacks to make at “special” parties. You know where people meet up and do “special” things. I’d come out and call them that “o” word, but my son might read this blog, and ain’t no way I’m having that discussion with a nine year old. No way, Al, so don’t even ask. I mean, outside of HBO, I didn’t even know those parties were being held outside of formal organizations, you know those clubs. I didn’t know people were just hanging out having “special” parties. And taking photos. Wow. Making Wisteria Lane look like Sesame Street. Hee hee hee…