argh!
so here I am at work, and some guy from the service dept. comes to me and says "have a good night!"
I don't think so.
My mother took me out of school at 11:30 today to have a fitting for my prom dress which (thank heavens!) came inthis past weekend. Emily will not be going naked to her senior Prom.
Actually, I'll be leaving school tomorrow at 2:15 for a second fitting. Those little ladies at Ferri's Formal and Bridal and their little accents; how cute are they?
After 9th today, Ricky walks to me and says, "I don't mean to rush you, but can we go right to your house? I feel really awful." He says he has a sore throat and headache, and I'm thinking, oh no. I just got over a sore throat the other day, and am still having some of that yummy post-nasal drip. I felt his head when we got in his car, and he said it was probably hot because his car had been sitting in the sun.
We got to my house and i took his temperature, which was about 101.8. Ew. so i let him sleep from about 3:15 to 4:30, and wake him up to take his temperature again. 103.8! shit.
i called his mom, because I guess thats dangerously high. so that sucks a whole lot.
Lucky my dress fits; I hope to god ricky can still go to prom. $500 down the toilet.