Friday is still three days away...

Good morning.

I'm off today.

And tomorrow.

But am almost broke, again. I have to stop eating out -- that's what's costing so much. I checked my bank statement last night and it was $20 here, $35 there, $17 a different place, etc. So I'm probably going to stay home today and do free things, like clean. I might walk down to Kroger -- that sounds like it might be enjoyable. I'd just need to get some essentials like milk and stuff. Maybe I should plan out a few meals first.

Sunday was Andy Griffith Day (the fourth annual, I believe). Matt drove us to Knoxville because he's a dear; left Nashville around 8am and stopped by the church as soon as we arrived so that I could see old friends. Some of those folks I hadn't seen in quite a while! It's always pleasant (though sometimes can be nerve-wracking) to see everyone. They're all such nice people. (I should write Kathy Smith a letter....)

After everyone disbanded after church, we headed over to the house where lunch preparations had already begun. On the menu was hamburgers ("Naomi, the hamburgers are burnin'!"), baked potatoes (what Andy orders from the French restaurant -- I guess Mom isn't daring enough to fix escargot, which would be an appropriate dish since it also comes up when Peggy orders a dish for herself and for Andy), pickles of course, and apple pie for dessert. The pie was deliciously flaky because Anna Laura used lard in it. I mean, of course Aunt Bee cooked with lard..and bacon grease and all those awful fats. Yum.

We played the TAGS trivia game but Mom and Rosa were tied when we stopped. That game is always fun -- I wish there were people here who could play it with me. Ah, well.

Finally, we watched an episode of Andy on a projector in the back yard, which was pretty cool. I like watching things on the big screen. Matt and I had to leave after that, though, because we both had to work yesterday morning. Which means neither of us got much sleep that night, which is why Matt went to sleep at 8pm last night. Geez.

So that's what I did this weekend.

I've gotta get my car fixed. For real. Maybe this weekend? Matt's not being much help, which I supposed I expected...it is my car, after all. I don't know how to deal with mechanics, though, since I've never had to before. Gotta wait until I get paid at any rate, which probably will mean that I'll be broke for the next two weeks again. Blah.

That's enough...I can't think of anything else to say. Maybe I'll go back to sleep....