We continue to bask in the glow of a truly móvil El Casa Móvil de Pennington this morning. You can't possibly believe just how much of a relief this is, Gentle Reader.
Other than that? It's a low and slow weekend, occupied primarily by enjoying the company of SN1 and family. Buck, DIL Erma, and I went out to dinner last evening, had a few beers, and just generally enjoyed ourselves.
The First Mrs. Pennington is in town as well, having flown into Lubbock yesterday evening for to visit with her grandbabies and such. So... we were sitting in my place last evening havin' an after-dinner beer when Buck and Erma had to go on account o' duty and obligation: TFMP had just arrived (literally) and wasn't pleased that B&E weren't home to greet her, she taking the trouble to announce her regret via text message. Erma then suggested I accompany Buck and her back to Granddaughter Felicity's house where we could continue as we'd begun, i.e., visit and drink beer, adding, in passing "...and you might hook up. You know, for Old Time's sake." Which statement resulted in a combination eye-roll and patented over-the-top-of-my-reading-glasses Get Off My Lawn look. Buck almost choked on his beer (but managed to maintain his cool) and then we all had a good laugh.
They left; I turned on the second half of LSU-Oregon, which was the ONLY football I saw all day, other than highlights on College Football Final. Blog-Bud Andy is prolly pretty happy today; I thought the game was less than satisfying. I was also displeased to see ND dropped their opener, at home. Turnovers killed both losing teams. This looks like another long year for long-suffering Irish fans. (sigh)
And now it's off to make the rounds and finish what's left o' the coffee.