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I just had a wonderful, mid-afternoon bath. Scrumtralescent.
I love that Boyfriend 'o' mine. So much. He was FREAKING OUT this afternoon, but I quickly calmed his (adorable) fears and everything was money after that.
Yesterday was a complete disaster. Oh man. I missed Ikea because I suck. But then I decided that I would not lay idly by and let the girls suffer through it without me so I hopped in my Mom's car (she had just taken mine to Walgreens) and hit the road. Halfway through the neighborhood I met up with Mom and we did a quick automobile switch, then I hit the road again. I ended up at Ikea slightly before two o'clock and I figured that since the girls met up at 12:30, they probably didn't start shopping until one, and so, logically, they would still be there somewhere, lost in the glory of DIY Swedish furniture. I drove around the parking lot for 15 minutes looking desperately for Animal (Heather's car) but couldn't find it. Still I was not deterred. After calling Gunth's cell phone approx. 15 times, I headed into the jungle on my own. After realizing I had ZERO chance of ever finding them in the maze of furniture I headed for the exit. Thirty minutes later I was finally out in the fresh air again. I have no idea how they did the shopping so fast! They are truly amazing women. Then, lo and behold, a call on my cell from an unrecognizable phone number. Erin's cell phone! Huzzah! They were at Chompie's. I promised to meet them and hopped in the Rae Mobile. I don't know how I did it...but I managed to get lost. Yes. I take the cake, ladies and gentlemen. Lost on Warner Road. Jesus. I am pathetic, I admitt it fully and without reserve. So then the Boyfriend called and he tried to direct me back to the 101 but it still took me quite a while. I finally did make it to Chompie's, but I didn't see Animal again, so I figured they had already left there as well. Then back to my house for me, to take my darling A.C. to the vet for his eye (here's the news: there's not really anything they can do, short of draining it again but there is the very likely chance that it won't help so do I REALLY want to put A.C. through all that for nothing? The answer? No. No I do not.). Oh, and NOW the parents are trying to get me to take A.C. with me to the Watering Hole. Which, of course, is no problem for me, but how would the girls feel about it? Eh, Gunther? I can always tell them "no", but it's something to consider. The girls could get a new kitten and I could just force A.C. to get along with it. I don't know. This is all very complicated. Plus, forcing my cat on them would just make me feel like even more of a lech than I already do, and that's no good. I suck.
Today I plan on being a scrapbook FIEND! My nice book from Aspinal of London FINALLY came, so I can get started on preserving my college memories. Plus, I've already started on my uber crafty Christmas gift for Aunt Donna, so that'll take up some of my time. I can't wait till I live at the Watering Hole, and the three of us can all be crafty together. Sometimes I am such a girl/Martha-Stewart-wannabe. I think I could be a domestic goddess...for a couple of days.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. Sixteen days until my baby comes home. I wasn't lying when I said that some people refer to me as "The Count".