What have I done?!?!
On this day...
... in 1659, two Quakers who escaped England to avoid religious persecution, were hanged in the colonies for their religious beliefs.
... in 1904, the New York subway system opened.
... in 1994, the prison system reached it's 1 millionth prisoner mark (I wonder if they ate McDonalds to celebrate...1 billion served, 1 billion serving...)
... in 1728, Captain Cook was born.
... in 1858, Teddy Roosevelt was born.
... in 1939, John Cleese was born (what a motley crew the three of them would make).
In 2006, alllllllllll the bad Karma I may have been storing up slapped me in the face. I bet it was all that mention of eating cute blond kids. Watch out Jason and Andii!
Okay, so Mike and I and his sister and her boyfriend had Big Plans to do the Pennsylvania Renaissance Fesitval tomorrow. I'm getting geared up, getting Cotton's stuff ready to go to the doggy day care (seriously named Barkeley Springs...so cute!), tossing some clothes in a bag in between typing up a storm for work -- and suddenly the power goes off. But not throughout the house. Only in the office and our bedroom. The two electrically important rooms in the house (well, outside the kitchen). Our Nintendo is in the bedroom, hello!
Anyway, I go into panic mode because Cotton still isn't at Barkeley Springs, the house is a Mondo Gigantor Wreck of Doom, I have three more hours of work to do before I'm on schedule, and Mike isn't due home for hours. I could suddenly win a gold in Olympic gymnastics, I'm flipping so much. So, I called Mike and whizzed out and then whizzed out harder because, hello, the landlord (who happens to be the mayor and for some reason that equates with the ability to not only throw us out on the street but to publically humiliate us in the town square) thinks we have a "medium-sized dog" rather than the 115 pound behemoth that is Cotton and he's still in the house and his REALLY BIG CRATE that takes up half the bedroom is still in the house and I cannot flip out anymore if I tried.
So, I hung up with Mike and called BIGI to ask her if I'd taken all the right steps (I went down to the breaker box and flipped everything off and then back on and nothing changed, so my big concern is a wiring fault in the wall) and she said I did and that I have to call the mayor. Which I know but am avoiding. Instead, I clean the house like a totally crazy person on crack (y'all, I managed to do it in world record time and deserve many, many accolades) just in case an electrician can get here today (yeah, right, at 4:00 on a Friday afternoon). By the time I was nearly done with the house, Mike got home and I made him call the mayor (she wasn't home, we had to leave a message) at the same time that I was getting a call from Mike's sister saying they wanted to change the plans for the Ren Faire.
Y'all, this makes the fifth time she has changed those plans. I'm not kidding. We've been attempting to go since early September. They changed the date once because they were going on vacation the following day and didn't want to stay out late and then get up early. Then because there was a FOOTBALL GAME they didn't want to miss (I'm serious). Then because of Mike's birthday dinner. Then because they changed it to a date while I was out of town in Alabama. This time they wanted to change it because of the weather. Well, this is the last weekend so we really couldn't do too much more changing, so I told Mike she called and he called her back and it's all worked out now (we're going Sunday instead of Saturday, which is okay because we have an extension cord stretched across our house to power the computer and I can get some work done on Saturday).
Except now Cotton is at Barkeley Springs because we thought we were leaving tonight, and by the time the plans changed it was too late to pick him up. And he's going to have to stay an extra night on Sunday because we won't be home before they close on Sunday. Also, his family urged us to be there early Saturday evening to have dinner with them all even though they're aware I need to work on Saturday and it takes three hours to get to their house, which means we'd have to leave at 3:00 Saturday afternoon to get there on time and that's three hours of work I'm out. And I can do 45 pages in three hours, people. 45 pages is a lot.
So, see, I must have done something truly horrific...but hopefully I've paid my price and can have a nice time on Sunday. Think good thoughts, y'all.
Post Script - I apologize for the random and erratic switching from past to present tense and back again, but I'm too tired to go back and fix it. The Panda is going to eat me.