Shit

Ooh yeah, going to Target for shower curtains and bath mats and dish drainers and on my bike in 27 degree weather was keen. Then financial plans and money talk about wedding shit and future goals and credit cards. Then find out my Uncle busted his knee on snow and ice yesterday (not a young man mind you) and is due for surgery in the am. Which means hes out of work for two months and may not make it to the Shindig.
I shoulda just kept on drinkling when i got up.