Played our annual concert with the kids from the high school last night. Back when our (the community band) director also taught at the high school, this made sense, bringing together both of Bob's groups to show off how great he is. But now, Bob has retired and has been out all year from our band so the connection is gone and playing that concert doesn't make any sense. We waited 2 hours to play, then only played 2 songs. Not worth it.

And the side show of watching all those high school kids flail about, full of hormones, is something I'm not looking to re-live anytime soon. They just make me nervous. Probably because I was so nervous when I was that age, seeing them brings it all back.

This morning I'm talking to Andrea over IM, finding out how much Patrick (aka Squishy) ate (the little guy is just too skinny) when she goes shit! We've been feeding Zeus in a crate since he tends to get in everyone else's face and eat their food (little man is getting a little belly, something we've avoided to date). This morning Andrea left for work with Z in the crate! Doh! Little dude probably has to poop something fierce, since he usually bolts outside immediately after making sure there's no more food for him.