Good/Bad day
I have a wonderful day at the state fair. I wandered about gorged myself with good food… Well kinda. Chocolate covered bacon? Not as tasty as it seems it could be. I got home, relaxed and then I got a call…. My mom claiming she had chest pain and thought she was having a heart attack. It takes a lot for my mom to admit she is in pain and takes even more for her to admit she needs to go to the hospital. I sped to her house. Got there… after time she actually told me to call 911… This is absolutely ABNORMAL for my mom. I called 911 and spent about 3 hours in the ER with her. They decided she had gastric reflux and sent her home. I was relieved. I was extremely panicky.
I got home… had to park two parking lots away from the parking lot in the back of my apartment. That made me really pissy. It would be nice if they had assigned parking or even just had assigned guest parking so there would be enough parking for tenant. There’s something about having to walk quite a bit to get to my apartment at 4am that pisses me off.
Then I got into my apartment and tripped over my roommate’s boyfriend’s boots. That made me cranky too. So, now I am doing my best not to turn to my friend tequila and make everything better. Ugh.
I got home… had to park two parking lots away from the parking lot in the back of my apartment. That made me really pissy. It would be nice if they had assigned parking or even just had assigned guest parking so there would be enough parking for tenant. There’s something about having to walk quite a bit to get to my apartment at 4am that pisses me off.
Then I got into my apartment and tripped over my roommate’s boyfriend’s boots. That made me cranky too. So, now I am doing my best not to turn to my friend tequila and make everything better. Ugh.