Wednesday, March 16, 2016
I picked DJ and Robert up from Ball State on the 5th and then Scott flew in last Monday for a job interview. Of course since he was here everyone wanted to see him so I snagged him from OHare and then..................
So Tuesday whatever day that was, Scott took Den's car and drove it 3.5 hours away for the interview(which he still hasn't heard back from. UGH!) and then he drove to Mattoon to visit his grandmother. He's a doll.
Wednesday, Scott drove back here and then I drove him to the airport in rush hour traffic. Oh joy.
Saturday, I went to a wedding shower for the fiance of the neighbor boy I used to babysit for. Yup, I really am getting old.
We have been neighbors for 20+ years and Anna and Alex have been friends since they were 3 and 5. Anna went to prom with Alex.
I had asked at least 3 times if Lauren(Alex's mom) wanted me to drive her mother since she has cancer and just had surgery. And I said if she wasn't feeling well, I would take her home. Lauren said no. Then I offered her my van so she could get all the decorations and favors in it. Nope not interested. On Friday, she asked if I was still taking her mother to the shower. Sure, give me her address, it's no big deal. And then Saturday morning, she asked if she could have the van. Damn it! The van was muddy inside and out and had no gas. Yes, I would love to run around and clean it. I gassed it up and ran it through the car wash and woke up Den and DJ to help me clean it. Everyone was angry. Whatever, it ended up being a nice shower and the mimosas were free flowing. After the shower, I drove her mother home and then Lauren and her best friend Donna came over and then another neighbor came over and we ended up having a party of sorts. Cool but I was leaving in the morning and had to pack and do laundry. Whatever, it worked.
Monday, I headed home and in my haste I forgot some of my clothes hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Damn it all! My bestie said that someone was probably sniffing my knickers. She makes life more difficult.
This is the exchange that I had with the poor woman working at the hotel when I called.
Me-Sorry, I'm an idiot I left my clothes, I was in room 127. Could you ship them?
Front desk-Sorry, you will have to call management.
Me-Ok thank you. I left a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and a brown sweater.
F.D-I have it right here, its a pair of jeans and a pink shirt.
Me-No, there is no pink shirt. Are you sure it's mine?
F.D.-Let me pull it out.
So I wait.
F.D.-Ohhhhh, that's not a shirt, that's your bra.
Sigh, my bra is as big as a shirt in her eyes.
So I leave you on that note. I'm trying to get caught up and I promise to come visit everyone.
Big big titties,