The plan was to go over to Donald's on Friday. He asked what time. I said jokingly, "Come Friday night, leave Sunday night?" There was much mutual-shifty-eyed-ness over the fact that neither of us would really mind doing so all that much. But originally the plan was nailed down to say that I would come over roughly dinnertime & stay over till sometime Saturday. I brought pjs. Prepared Gabrielle is prepared.
Or so I thought.
I ended up actually staying till past midnight on Sunday.
The moral of the story is, never make jokes. Fate will make them come true, just to screw with you....Okay, maybe that isn't the moral. I'm too generally pleased with life right now to invent morals. Things are good. Really good.
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