Solitaire, it gets so lonely. . .

So, woke up this morning, hit cnn.com, and found that Laura Branigan had died.

Color me sad.

Yeah, I know, her last hit was nearly twenty years ago. But damn, I loved her stuff.

And it's not like she was exactly old, either.

Quick weekend summary

Friday: ashlupa dropped by to give Elayna a flute lesson! Miss Kid seems capable of generating sound from the instrument (when she remembers what she's supposed to do), which is a good first step. And the sound doesn't drive the cats (more) insane, either!

Saturday: Elayna saw an ad for a Nickelodeon contest on TV, and, needing information for the postcard she was supposed to send in, suddenly forgot the rule we have about her not waking adults up until 10 on weekends.

Did I mention that she forgot this rule at 6:45 AM?

So, no more TV for the kid yesterday.

Other fun event of yesterday morning was carrying a nice steaming hot cup of Storyhouse coffee and having my bare foot slip on something slimy, throwing hot coffee all over my hand and the floor. Yes, one of the cats, in the two minutes between my entering the kitchen and leaving it, had left a critique of their cat food. Ick.

The rest of the morning was then spent at Girl Scouts, as Elayna's troop had the first meeting of the year (including the parent information meeting). Four hours long. Ugh. But good stuff planned this year, including an overnight in September with the rest of the cookie sales money (good, since Elayna couldn't go on the summer trip, and she damned well deserves the chance to participate), a Braves game, a trip to Savannah (where the Girl Scouts were founded), adopting a nursing home, and other good stuff.

Rest of the day was just spent hanging out and getting stuff done, followed by watching Bill Mahar and the Teen Titans/JLU block at night (and that block continues to rule -- JLU had me in pain from laughing).

Today, more of the same. Slow days are nice.

Time to make the coffee. And I'll be watching my step this time.