

We went to the show earlier than I had planned, but it was great. We stayed for about 3 hours which was plenty because I will be there more working tomorrow. I took about 200 rock pictures, but I think I will take that many tomorrow too. It is good to have those pictures for the advertising for next year and for something to post onto the Franklin Rocks site. I may start posting about a rock a week or something along that line, so that the site can grow.
I came home took a breather, Kyra took a nap. I got some work done on BTI. I fixed those darn bullets on the side bar here mostly. I still have that random one showing up every now and again over there, I don’t know what is going on with that. It is looking better though.
The stylist that hadn’t come the last 4 times scheduled made an appearance today. Woo Hoo. I got a relaxer in my hair, so now it is straight. It really looks nice. I think I love it. I am not allowed to wash my hair though for 2 days, so baths only for me. I will post a picture of it tomorrow when someone else can take my picture. I am not really that good at taking my own photo.
We were home relaxing and sitting on the couch peaceful all the lights out because it was after 8 and Kyra goes to bed after 8, so lights out. She was on my lap, but not asleep. Yeah, she falls asleep in my arms every night, spoiled I know. Anyways, someone pulled in my driveway. I thought it was Robin because I am supposed to designated drive tonight. It wasn’t though. The person had a flashlight because next was bright lights on my windows. I looked out and it was a police car, so I opened the door.
They gave me a subpoena. Woo Hoo… This is a great thing for a bus driver. I turn in people that run my lights all the time, but rarely do I get a subpoena which is an indication that they got the person. I have to go to court on the 3rd. It is to bad for the guy that run my lights because I enjoy going to court and never miss it. I have never had a defendant show up against me though, so I usually just leave with the automatic guilty. That doesn’t bother me though…I still smile.
So than Kyra went to bed less than 5 minutes later and here I am typing my story. It was a good day. Night…
