Wedding Bells and Frizbees

The weekend was rather eventful, but I think I'll start off with some Good Idea / Bad Idea.

Good Idea: in your spare time, install a fire extinguisher in the kitchen to show your protection over your wife.
Bad Idea: test out the fire extinguisher in the kitchen.

Good Idea: wear shorts in the summer time because it is hot and humid in Texas.
Bad Idea: wear shorts to work, where they over-compensate for the hot weather.

Good Idea: kill the giant cockroach before your wife gets home.
Bad Idea: misplace an insect leg on the kitchen floor.

Good Idea: drink lots of water when you're sick.
Bad Idea: stand up quickly when nauseated and full of water.

Good Idea: get the leaky fuel line fixed on the car so that it doesn't catch on fire.
Bad Idea: fill the car with fuel before the mechanic cuts the fuel line.

Good Idea: put the dog in the back yard so he can stretch his legs while you're at work.
Bad Idea: put the dog in the back yard so he can get drenched with heavy summer rains.

All I can say is, it's been an exciting day. Although it's not completely chronological, the Good Idea / Bad Idea pretty much sums up my day. I'll allow your imagination to fill in the details. . . . Finished? Good. It all ended well, I'm sitting on my bed with my wife writing this blog instead of mourning the today that could have been; that's something right?

The better story took place before all the confusion that the flu trails in its wake. Friday morning, Becca and I drove four hours to Temple (no, we did not join a cult or go on pilgrimage). A friend from High School had asked Becca to be one of her bridesmaids, and we came when beckoned. After a few failed attempts to help, I made great headway on my most recent book Xenocide, by Orson Scott Card. I also had a great time with Becca's cousins, who we stayed with for the two nights we were in Temple. His dogs enjoyed chasing frisbees, and Echo (my dog) soon caught onto the concept of chasing after the flat and hovering tennis ball.

We stopped in Tyler on the way back, and I purchased a special ordered chefs apron (one of the last eight to be made) so that I can cook with style. Becca and I found a movie that never made it anywhere and tried to watch it over dinner. The movie was so poorly made and so incredibly predictable that we shut it off and went to bed early. Six o'clock comes around pretty fast.