Fly in the ointment

Over all, a good weekend, except for one glaring hiccup Saturday night.  I had heard from a good friend of mine on Thursday that his, kind of sort of Brother in Law, had just won tickets to see Flyleaf, but had no interest in seeing them.  I was obviously the first person he thought of to get them to.  Unfortunately, after repeated phone calls and trying to get the tickets changed to my name, it fell through.  We never heard back from the kid Friday.  I was working all day Saturday, constantly checking my phone, hoping he would come through at the last minute.  Bust.  Fucker.

At least I was home to take part in a nice group chat Saturday night with a few blog friends.  You ladies are to sweet by far to me.  ;)

Oh, and did I tell you I spoiled Beryl rotten over these past three days, well I did.