I think one of the boyz was using some mind control over me this morning. Before I left for work, I told the boyz that I wasn't certain at all what my schedule was for the day or when exactly I'd return home.
I had an early evening softball game but the only way I was going to be able to make that was to leave work early, which I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do. Plan B was I had a ticket to go see the pop group Squeeze play at the Minnesota Zoo. The weather forecast called for rain most of the day with a chance of some severe thunderstorms.
So, if I made it to my softball game I'd probably be home around 9 p.m. If I went to the concert, I probably wouldn't make it home until after 11 p.m. If it rained hard and I came straight home, I'd be home by 6 p.m. Thompson didn't look too thrilled when I told him I wasn't sure when I'd be home. I packed up my softball uniform and my Squeeze ticket and left for work.
When I got to work it dawned on my I had left my bat and glove at home so if I was going to play softball, I was going to have to go back home first. This meant that I had to leave work even earlier then I expected. And that's what I did. So the boyz's schedule wasn't too disrupted and they were happy to see me come home earlier, rather than much later than I normally do...