Lemme see here…

February 2008, typical week:

• Monday: Monday coffee with MCB (often changes due to MCB gallivanting all over Planet Earth). Work. Plum Market.
• Tuesday: Chores. Work. php/ruby class (do not pass go, do not collect $200, or food or anything).
• Wednesday: Breakfast with WBB. Work. Plum Market.
• Thursday: Chores. Work. Plum Market.
• Friday: Chores. Work. Plum Market. Drive north? Sometimes.

February 2007, typical week:

• Monday: Monday coffee with MCB (often changes due to MCB gallivanting all over Planet Earth). Chores, errands, homework up the you-know-what.
• Tuesday: Chores, homework up the you-know-what, killer hard photoshop graphic design class.
• Wednesday: Breakfast with WBB, chores, errands, homework up the you-know-what.
• Thursday: Flash class, chores, homework up the you-know-what, professional practices class (i.e., write yer dern resume Kayak Woman!).
• Friday: Chores, errands, homework up the you-know-what, drive north? Sometimes.

February 2006, typical week:

• Monday: Monday coffee with MCB (often changes due to MCB gallivanting all over Planet Earth). Drive 40 miles to Henry Ford and spend the day with Grandroobly and The Commander. Drive home. Fall asleep in front of the Olympics.
• Tuesday: Drive 40 miles to Henry Ford and spend the day with Grandroobly and The Commander. Drive home. Fall asleep in front of the Olympics.
• Wednesday: Breakfast with WBB (sometimes, just getting started up with that in 2006). Drive 40 miles to Henry Ford and spend the day with Grandroobly and The Commander. Drive home. Fall asleep in front of the Olympics.
• Thursday: Fit drive (40 miles) to Henry Ford in around afternoon Business on the Internet Creative Writing class. Drive home. Fall asleep in front of the Olympics.
• Friday: Drive 40 miles to Henry Ford and spend the day with Grandroobly and The Commander. Drive home. Fall asleep in front of the Olympics. Drive north?

Yeah, I’m not sure where I was going here, it’s just a brain dump. Hey, it’s my blahg. That’s what it’s for. Hit me if you notice any inappropriately placed apostrophes. Mrs. Loye and Mrs. Pratt taught me better than that no matter where they kept their handkerchiefs.

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