"Forehead, meet wall. Wall, forehead."
Mom, Kelsey, Nana and maybe Liam are en route back to Sadexcuse right this second. Where are they now? When will they acutally get here? These are questions that even the wise cannot answer. And the wise know that it's better not to ask.
So. Did up a cold cut tray, cheese tray, onion dip, went to the store and got bread and rolls and blah blah blah. Arranged the flowers that Dad brought home and while they look very nice, the stupid Ikenobo shears gave me a fucking blood blister when I caught the webbing of my thumb in the handles.
If Liam doesn't come up with Nana, then I'm driving her back down to Jersey tomorrow. I'm not particularly thrilled with this, because it means missing a day of work (and Feather is never rich enough, money money money) and I'd have to rearrange a doctor's appointment. However, the upside is that I'd miss a day of work, get to go the beach for like fifteen minutes, and I'd get to put the doctor off till Saturday.
At least Dad seems to be off the warpath concerning just about everything in my life. This morning, he ranted to me about a little bit of anything that popped into his head. It's probably because I stayed out till midnight last night; but WTF? Q didn't get out of work till 9:30, and then the food and the driving around, and then the leaving- that's twenty minutes right there- and the stopping for things that Dad wants but having to go to two stores on opposite sides of town because one is out of the right motor oil or some such thing. Then there was my keyring breaking and the keys scattering under the car. In the dark. So yeah, I was a little bit late.
It was worth it, though. I love it when Q sings my favorite songs softly in my ear without knowing beforehand that they're my favorite songs.
So. Did up a cold cut tray, cheese tray, onion dip, went to the store and got bread and rolls and blah blah blah. Arranged the flowers that Dad brought home and while they look very nice, the stupid Ikenobo shears gave me a fucking blood blister when I caught the webbing of my thumb in the handles.
If Liam doesn't come up with Nana, then I'm driving her back down to Jersey tomorrow. I'm not particularly thrilled with this, because it means missing a day of work (and Feather is never rich enough, money money money) and I'd have to rearrange a doctor's appointment. However, the upside is that I'd miss a day of work, get to go the beach for like fifteen minutes, and I'd get to put the doctor off till Saturday.
At least Dad seems to be off the warpath concerning just about everything in my life. This morning, he ranted to me about a little bit of anything that popped into his head. It's probably because I stayed out till midnight last night; but WTF? Q didn't get out of work till 9:30, and then the food and the driving around, and then the leaving- that's twenty minutes right there- and the stopping for things that Dad wants but having to go to two stores on opposite sides of town because one is out of the right motor oil or some such thing. Then there was my keyring breaking and the keys scattering under the car. In the dark. So yeah, I was a little bit late.
It was worth it, though. I love it when Q sings my favorite songs softly in my ear without knowing beforehand that they're my favorite songs.