September 4th, 2003

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Sleepy Meggie.

I don't know why it's so hard to get up in the morning. Argh. I guess I don't have to be anywhere for another hour and a half, but still...

Yesterday was a scorcher. We went to Red Robin for dinner and then across the street to see Open Range with Robert Duvall and Kevin Costner. Yay for air conditioning! When we went outside to get to the car at 9:30, it was still hot, which is unusual for Portland, but it'd been so muggy earlier that evening that I shouldn't have been surprised.

Every day this week has felt like a Friday. One more day, brain, and then you can be thinkin' that all you want.

I've been sitting here for the past three minutes trying to think of something else to say. And I got nothin'.
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On the news just now, there was a story about a dad who saw the hidden video with a man asking kids if they'd help him find his puppy, to show how easy it sometimes is to kidnap. The news said "this father knew his children wouldn't fall for it. So that's why he was enraged when they did." and the dad proceeded to tell the anchor "I told my daughter there was a man outside with five dollars who wanted someone to help him find his puppy dog. I turned around for a second, and when I looked back, she was already out in the street looking for the man!"

OK, dude. If YOU YOURSELF tells your daughter, who (ideally) always does what you say, why the hell would she look at you and say "but Daddy, you told me once a long time ago that I shouldn't talk to strangers, so even though you introduced me to your friend the other day at that party and it was OK to talk to him, I'm definitely smart enough to know that the guy that's outside is REALLY waiting to kidnap me, so HELL NO, I'm not going out there!" Jeez.