7/2/99 three-day weekend.

It's an extra-long weekend
I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. As a kid, Calvin is sleepless with excitement over the extended weekend.
I'm not sure why.
He's on summer vacation, and everyday is a holiday for him.

I'm kinda dreading this weekend because it will be like all the others... only more of it.

We aren't going anywhere, nobody is visiting us, and it's supposed to rain all weekend. Forget the barbeque, or picnic, or hike. I'm spending about 72 hours doing laundry and watching "Bugs Life" for the thirtieth time this week. If I'm lucky, and Monica is healthy, maybe I'll get some work done in the garage.

I guess on the 4th of July I will have to breakdown and go buy some fireworks for the kids, so we can try to light them in the rain, what a stupid holiday. I'm not un-patriotic, but I grew out of the whole firework thing when I got into college. Jeeez, how many ways can you find to destroy your sibling's posessions with mini explosives. This is the one (and only) instance where David is a better parent than me...last year he and Cameron were dropping hundreds-of-dollars worth of class-C fireworks into plastic 2-liter bottles, sealing them, and watching them explode. If I spend more than $10, I feel ripped-off and wont get over how I "wasted my money" for 2-days.

Then, comes the "bonus day"
"My Monday without care." Which will actually be a mad dash to get all the cleaning and fixing done before the weekend is over. The expectations for a 3-day weekend are high... I hope I'm man enough to meet them.... and still get a second to relax.

...light fuse and get away.