Mulching It

My parents dragged me out of bed this morning at the ungodly hour of 11 AM to help them spread mulch outside. Needless to say, this was the first thing on my list of fun spring break activities. This year's edition of mulch-spreading was a lot more fun than usual, since we switched to a new kind. We now have red mulch instead of standard mulch-colored mulch. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of difference it makes.

This marks the 3rd consecutive day of spring break that I have failed to do anything. Sitting on my butt at home is starting to get old. I wish all of my friends didn't have "lives," and that they would be open to hanging out with their vacationally-challenged buddies. Alas, I have resorted to typing a blog entry to amuse myself.

My parents did take me out to dinner tonight, which is always nice. The original plan was to go to Copeland's, home of the best steak I have ever had. Unfortunately, nobody else seemed to agree with me, and Copeland's is now no longer in business. Thus, we ended up going to this Italian restaurant I had never heard of. The food was pretty good. I had veal, mostly because I like the thought of killing baby cows, but also because it tastes good. I found it most amusing that the waiters who were supposed to be Italian guys were using epithets like "y'all", but I guess that's just the kind of stuff that makes the South fun.

Now I must be off on my quest to find a way to get out of the house, before I decide to start rolling coins for fun...