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wolfsbride) wrote2011-01-15 07:31 pm
wolfsbride) wrote2011-01-15 07:31 pm
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Day 15 - Whew!
*snore*
I'm beat.
The day started off on the ridiculous foot as I had only four and a half hours sleep since I was supposed to meet up with my ride at 9:30am and I had gone to bed way late. It was made more ridiculous by the fact that after running around like crazy, and giving the dogs a paltry breakfast because I didn't have time to make a gourmet meal, in order to get ready in time to meet the deadline, I got a phone call from my ride.
Oh hey, I just got up so I'll be there by 10am instead!
GRRRRRRR! Fine. I go back inside, give the dogs a proper breakfast, do some tidyings and then go out again. 10:24 I get another phone call. Oh I'm just leaving now! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! My ride did not get there until 11am.
IF I HAD KNOWN IT WAS GOING TO TAKE THAT LONG, I COULD HAVE ACTUALLY DONE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE IN THE TIME I WAS WAITING!
Anyway, we finally get on our way and then comes the fun times of getting in touch with my mom. Fortunately, since I now know the NAME of her beau, I was able to look up his phone number and address. So I call her there. She's all.. Oh.. But I was getting ready to come home!
Me: THAT'S OKAY! We'll COME get you! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!! We'll be there in ten minutes.
We get there. I get out of the car and knock on the door. The house is this HUGE two garage thing so when I ring the doorbell and nobody answers after five minutes, I figure: a) they're upstairs and old so it's taking them forever to get downstairs to the door. b) they're upstairs and old and deaf so they can't hear the door bell. c) the door bell is not working.
I ring the door bell a couple more times and then knock a few times for good measure. Then I go back to the car and CALL again. My mom answers. Oh... You're here? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Oh... Well I guess I'll get ready to come down then.
Yes, Mother! That would good! Thank you for sounding like our outing is the most horrible thing you can possibly imagine! I tell ya, at that point in time, I was ready to be all, you know what? Whatever, lady. I'm outta here.
We finally got her out to the restaurant where she ate a goodly portion of food. If eating out wasn't so expensive, I'd keep taking her out because she seems to be okay with eating properly when she's not at home. I asked her what she had for breakfast. Oh a cup of tea! Now granted lots of people don't like to have a big breakfast but at least some fruit or something! It's no wonder she's wasting away.
So our breakfast get together turned into a lunch get together by the time we finally got everything going in the right direction. Being the sane one is exhausting.
I'm beat.
The day started off on the ridiculous foot as I had only four and a half hours sleep since I was supposed to meet up with my ride at 9:30am and I had gone to bed way late. It was made more ridiculous by the fact that after running around like crazy, and giving the dogs a paltry breakfast because I didn't have time to make a gourmet meal, in order to get ready in time to meet the deadline, I got a phone call from my ride.
Oh hey, I just got up so I'll be there by 10am instead!
GRRRRRRR! Fine. I go back inside, give the dogs a proper breakfast, do some tidyings and then go out again. 10:24 I get another phone call. Oh I'm just leaving now! GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! My ride did not get there until 11am.
IF I HAD KNOWN IT WAS GOING TO TAKE THAT LONG, I COULD HAVE ACTUALLY DONE SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE IN THE TIME I WAS WAITING!
Anyway, we finally get on our way and then comes the fun times of getting in touch with my mom. Fortunately, since I now know the NAME of her beau, I was able to look up his phone number and address. So I call her there. She's all.. Oh.. But I was getting ready to come home!
Me: THAT'S OKAY! We'll COME get you! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!!! We'll be there in ten minutes.
We get there. I get out of the car and knock on the door. The house is this HUGE two garage thing so when I ring the doorbell and nobody answers after five minutes, I figure: a) they're upstairs and old so it's taking them forever to get downstairs to the door. b) they're upstairs and old and deaf so they can't hear the door bell. c) the door bell is not working.
I ring the door bell a couple more times and then knock a few times for good measure. Then I go back to the car and CALL again. My mom answers. Oh... You're here? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Oh... Well I guess I'll get ready to come down then.
Yes, Mother! That would good! Thank you for sounding like our outing is the most horrible thing you can possibly imagine! I tell ya, at that point in time, I was ready to be all, you know what? Whatever, lady. I'm outta here.
We finally got her out to the restaurant where she ate a goodly portion of food. If eating out wasn't so expensive, I'd keep taking her out because she seems to be okay with eating properly when she's not at home. I asked her what she had for breakfast. Oh a cup of tea! Now granted lots of people don't like to have a big breakfast but at least some fruit or something! It's no wonder she's wasting away.
So our breakfast get together turned into a lunch get together by the time we finally got everything going in the right direction. Being the sane one is exhausting.