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Aug. 27th, 2016 06:55 amBrian and Marie came home at different times yesterday.
To start with, Mom evidently went to pick Brian up at the ferry station upon leaving work, and the two of them arrived home together. She told me to be ready if I wanted to go out with him to get bagels, but he left before any of us became aware of it. (She did say that he was rather hungry, and probably forgot all about me at the moment.)
Some time before we were supposed to pick Marie up at the train station, Mom went out to buy some groceries. I proposed coming with her so I could pick out ice cream for milkshakes as well as buying myself a lotto ticket, but Dad needed me around to help him move some windows whose frames he's been painting.
Went out with Brian to pick Marie up. She told us that she was hungry and didn't want to come home all crabby and everything, so after discussing several possible places to grab something (including 7-Eleven, for slurpees), we settled on getting some fries and Frosties at Wendy's (I kinda fell in the mood for a Frosty myself, and apparently, so did Brian).
We had planned the whole day to hit the beach, but Marie had to wear a pair of Mom's regular shorts because she didn't have a swimsuit and didn't feel like shopping around somewhere for one. Not much happened at the beach itself, though, although I did engage in some antics on the way there and back at home (placing my arm on Marie's lap, squeezing her neck with both sections of said arm, etc.), probably due to a sugar rush from that cup of ice cream.
To start with, Mom evidently went to pick Brian up at the ferry station upon leaving work, and the two of them arrived home together. She told me to be ready if I wanted to go out with him to get bagels, but he left before any of us became aware of it. (She did say that he was rather hungry, and probably forgot all about me at the moment.)
Some time before we were supposed to pick Marie up at the train station, Mom went out to buy some groceries. I proposed coming with her so I could pick out ice cream for milkshakes as well as buying myself a lotto ticket, but Dad needed me around to help him move some windows whose frames he's been painting.
Went out with Brian to pick Marie up. She told us that she was hungry and didn't want to come home all crabby and everything, so after discussing several possible places to grab something (including 7-Eleven, for slurpees), we settled on getting some fries and Frosties at Wendy's (I kinda fell in the mood for a Frosty myself, and apparently, so did Brian).
We had planned the whole day to hit the beach, but Marie had to wear a pair of Mom's regular shorts because she didn't have a swimsuit and didn't feel like shopping around somewhere for one. Not much happened at the beach itself, though, although I did engage in some antics on the way there and back at home (placing my arm on Marie's lap, squeezing her neck with both sections of said arm, etc.), probably due to a sugar rush from that cup of ice cream.