And it's Monday...

So far today:

Robert asked where in the area friends of ours live. "Southwest Denver," I replied. Not quite; they live in southwest Roanoke.

Trevor asked me to throw him a pen. This is not something I would not ordinarily do, but it's a pretty clear path from the kitchen table to the t.v. cabinet. The pen began to flip, end over end, and the pen point hit the cat right on top of the head. Cat is not happy. And the worst part of it is he was on the couch, not even halfway to where I was trying to throw the pen.

Now I'm going out driving with Holly. Hope we make it back in one piece.