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Great and full weekend.

jodfoster and Duffel hit town for a wedding and sacked here at our place.

Our only obligation for the weekend was tending to my dad’s yard and gutters which coincided with the wedding so the schedule worked out perfectly.

Friends seem to fall into two categories when they live out of town and come to visit: The kind where you feel obliged to drag them around and show them things and the other kind you’re perfectly happy to sit around and just visit.

Shannon and Duffel are of the later group…. Actually – now that I think of it… anymore… all of our friends fall in to that second group…. and it’s nice.

Both nights we wound up at devcubber‘s to do the same kind of friendly soul-satisfying nothing.

Bon fires, cookies, really strong iced coffee….

We’re due up to trek up and do some nothing in their neck of the woods.

*not blogging.

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jodfoster called around 10am… They got a flat tire in Warrington and where limping their truck to the closest truck-stop. Bliss – the house cleaning gods have smiled upon me and given me a two hour bonus buffer for getting the house picked up.

Shannon and Duffel arrived by around 1pm, road weary but still excited to see us.

These two have to be the cutest, best paired couple I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. Duffel is a tinkering, engineering genius packaged with the wonder and fidgeting skills of a 12-year old – all trapped in a 31 year old’s body. “Duffel” has turned into a verb among the film production professionals in Seattle. (Similar to how you’d use the word Mcguyver”).. Example: “Go Duffel that broken HMI light mount would you?”

Shannon and Duffle

Shannon – is this tiny firecracker, small enough to pick up and put in your pocket to take home. But think twice, because you’ll more than likely blow your hand off. She’s a straight-talking, no bullshit tom-boy… No wonder Duffel’s in heaven… He’s got a “buddy” as WELL as a “girlfriend”. – and it’s also no wonder that devcubber and Shannon hit it off so well that afternoon. Elise will be the first person to tell you: “I hate women…They’re pissy… All of my friends are boys.”.

I let the girls estrogen-bond and I caught up on some sleep from being tummy-ill all morning.

Duffel ran out and picked up an old mutual friend and we sat around and played some variation of Poker till midnight.

They’ve got to head back as soon as they’re up… They’re driving Shannon’s company truck, picked up from Kansas, back to Seattle.

Now THAT is one hell of a haul.

Now THIS is not a blog.

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theresa?

The suns out finally.

The bulk of yesterday was spent working for the restoration client – who, in typical client fashion, decided they wanted T-Shirts made for their latest project’s ground breaking ceremony next week. One-week turn around for custom shirts is a little tight. It’s excruciatingly tight when you’re trying to work for a company who tends to run by the seat of their pants and the boss in charge of approving things is forever out of the office on job sites.

The project is an old school that’s being turned into loft apartments and is located in one of the up and coming rough spots in town near the medical school.

I decided to take my life in my hands and drive over to the site and snap some reference photos… Despite being leered at by what looked to be Snoop Dog’s back up ensemble, it was fine. But I didn’t linger either.

Returned home to find somebody has sent me a Stikfa! I assume from the Washington State return address, jodfoster is the culprit! She’s such a doll. I can’t badger my friend Duffel enough to give her a damn ring and get it over with.

This weekend is going to be nuts. I’ve got this rush project to do, a graduation party to attend, my father’s yard to work on and a mother who seems to be having a nervous breakdown on my hands.

*ugh*

I’m feeling too taxed to blog.