Write about: the opera.
Hanging with the boys went pretty well this morning. Then Kat took Max for a walk around the farm after lunch and unsurprisingly lost him to her parents. So that left me with Miles, who mostly napped.
This is me not complaining about the cold. At all.
Looking forward to getting back to work tomorrow night. Compared to the pre-Christmas madness, the last couple of weeks have felt rather empty in that regard.
"Hi Liam, thanks for picking me up!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"What are you wearing?"
"This? Oh, just an old t-shirt and a dirty pair of jeans. You know, stuff that I won't mind getting a little wrecked at the concert tonight. Why are you dressed up all pretty?"
"I think there may have been a misunderstanding..."
"You told me you were taking me to see some music tonight - what's there to misunderstand?"
"I don't think they're going to let you in the door of the opera house dressed like that..."
"Why not? Don't they have a mosh pit at that club?"