“I can’t believe this.” She groaned.She looked at the couch one last time then back to me. She stood up slowly, “Come on…” I tucked myself...in and followed my Mom. “She’s really gunna.” I thought. “Holy shit!” I felt like a little kid that just stole Santa’s sled.Mom led the way to the garage. She opened the door, took one final glance back through the kitchen before descending the five steps into the cool garage. She walked directly to the front of my Dad’s cherry MG; the furthest spot from the. I remained friends with Stan after I divorced his sister although we rarely hung out any more. But one night I got together with him and a couple of friends and he joked about how one time he cross dressed at a Halloween Party at a gay bar and was the spitting image of his younger sister. Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to other things. There was no smoking allowed inside the house we were at so Stan and I went outside to smoke. While we were outside Stan suggested that he come. And we both left. we surveyed different places; had conversation with different personnel. At 3PM we got tired and while returning she got call from her parents that they are leaving to village for some marriage in which there participation is mandatory; so she has to stay alone for couple of days. She got bit sad but was satisfied as we had to submit the assignment within 2 days and it was carrying 20% of our 100% marks in total. So when we reached her home, she offered me to come inside and. Things went really well on Saturday, partly because he'd had Kayla and her friend Rachel over to play with the boys while he worked, and Sunday morning things went well, too. However, after Sunday lunch, Dave was at a flat spot and didn't really feel like pounding away at the keyboard. For lack of anything better to do, while the boys took a nap, he turned on the TV.To many, the first real harbinger of spring is not Groundhog Day on the second of February, but the Daytona 500 on the third.