It's Grey's Anatomy night, but I'm not going to watch it. It's on till 11:00, which is an hour later than my bedtime. I have my routines and don't like to mess with them. It's been a long time since I've programed my VCR, but I'm going to give it a go. That way I can leisurely watch the show on Saturday. Of course, there's always the full episodes on the Internet. We'll see. I'll just have to make sure I stay out of earshot of the spoilers. Last night's shows were very exciting. I kind of feel like I should be embarrassed to show such enthusiasm for TV, but, there it is. You have to get your kicks where you can.

I've been having problems with my Internet connection. Fortunately I can tap into my neighbor's wireless connection, as long as I sit in a particular place on my couch. Today was the second time I had to have a serviceman out here, and he told me there's a problem with the line going from the box to my house, and it will be two weeks till they come out. He said I'd know they'd been here because they mark the ground. If I didn't know I could still get a connection, I'd be pissed. Then I thought about them 'marking the ground.' They do that sometimes when they're working on the gas, electric or cable lines. They literally spray orange or red lines on the grass and mulch. I will be so mad if they mark up my new beautiful mulch.

I went with my parents to Men's Warehouse today to get a suit for my father to wear to my nephew's wedding this month. It will be the suit he'll wear to weddings and funerals. He made the comment that he could wear it to his own, and it's true. I'd rate the shopping experience a 10 on a scale of 1-10. My father will pick up the suit on Wednesday after the alterations are finished, and if that goes well, I will find out how to contact the district manager and write a glowing letter about the store and the salesman, Eric. I don't think he could have done anything to impress us more, and it takes a lot to impress me. My father wears a size 50-52, and that's not an easy fit. We heard that Men's Warehouse was the place to go to find his size, and it was. We didn't have to look through a single rack. Eric knew his stock, made the selections, and my father tried them on. We were in agreement on everything. I know Eric enjoyed the shopping experience as much as we did. My mom was along, and the salesman was very sensitive to her disabilities and made sure she had a chair to sit in and was comfortable as we moved around the store from the suits to the shirts to the ties. It was all good. The bill came to almost $600 when all was said and done (suit, extra pants, shirt, belt, tie, alterations), but my father won more than that last week at Atlantic City. I'd say it was a good way to spend a windfall.

It's funny how you can go from a day or two of not having anything to say, then start writing and have to rein yourself in. Posts that are too long are hard to read. So, I'll write about Emily's 3rd softball game another time. Goodnight!