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I am so sorry, Em! I had no intention for your mother to go barging in on you with the conviction that I needed someone to drive me instead of driving myself! She's a lot faster then she looks. One minute I was looking for something in my bag, only half listening to what your mom was rambling about, the next she was on her way up stairs to drag you and/or your dad out of bed to chouffer (sp, I know) me around, despite all my "No, really, I'll be okay"s I hope she didn't wake you up!
Anyway, after feeling disgusting most of the early morning and finally being able to fall asleep for an hour or so around 5:00 this morning, and then still feeling disgusting for a good chunk after I woke up, I felt okay (still kinda crappy, but such is life) enough to drive a few miles down 29 to meet my parents at a gas station instead of having them come all the way to Wausau to rescue me. I still felt kind of crappy, and thankfully Mom and Dad came together, so Dad took Coyote and I rode in the VW with Mom the rest of the way home.
Once we got there, Ben called and it was decided that it would be easier for him and Shana to meet us at Gramma's in town instead of driving all the way out to the homestead. I was planning on going along, but while I was feeling a bit better, I was also pretty sure I still wouldn't be very good company, and the thought of getting back in the car and driving some more was entirely unappealing. Also, I was exhausted, so I decided to just sent my regards with Mom and Dad, and then I crashed on the couch for two hours. Woke up feeing quite a bit better (still not 100 percent, but one takes what one can get) and decided to make the trek back to Plover while I still felt decent enough. The trip was uneventful, and I got back here around 4:15 this afternoon.
Melissa and Steve were here to watch the game when I got back, so we did some musical cars to get everyone to fit into the driveway without blocking someone in. Then the five of us (me, Dan, Dustin, Mandy, and Melissa) sat around to watch the Packers vs Giants game. Which the Packers lost in over time, but like I said last week, I didn't care so much about this game, as long as the Cowboys lost last week.
At some point, I mentioned that I had been naughty and picked up the Anniversary Edition of Labyrinth last night at Walmart (I really can't afford frivolous spending, but since I got my Financial Aid change check in the mail yesterday, I don't feel *as* guilty. Just ignore the fact that I didn't know I had gotten my change check until this afternoon when I got back). And then Steve said that he had never seen it. So Melissa decided he needed to be introduced to the crack that is Labyrinth. So now we are watching Labyrinth and being scarred by David Bowie and his tights.
Anyway, after feeling disgusting most of the early morning and finally being able to fall asleep for an hour or so around 5:00 this morning, and then still feeling disgusting for a good chunk after I woke up, I felt okay (still kinda crappy, but such is life) enough to drive a few miles down 29 to meet my parents at a gas station instead of having them come all the way to Wausau to rescue me. I still felt kind of crappy, and thankfully Mom and Dad came together, so Dad took Coyote and I rode in the VW with Mom the rest of the way home.
Once we got there, Ben called and it was decided that it would be easier for him and Shana to meet us at Gramma's in town instead of driving all the way out to the homestead. I was planning on going along, but while I was feeling a bit better, I was also pretty sure I still wouldn't be very good company, and the thought of getting back in the car and driving some more was entirely unappealing. Also, I was exhausted, so I decided to just sent my regards with Mom and Dad, and then I crashed on the couch for two hours. Woke up feeing quite a bit better (still not 100 percent, but one takes what one can get) and decided to make the trek back to Plover while I still felt decent enough. The trip was uneventful, and I got back here around 4:15 this afternoon.
Melissa and Steve were here to watch the game when I got back, so we did some musical cars to get everyone to fit into the driveway without blocking someone in. Then the five of us (me, Dan, Dustin, Mandy, and Melissa) sat around to watch the Packers vs Giants game. Which the Packers lost in over time, but like I said last week, I didn't care so much about this game, as long as the Cowboys lost last week.
At some point, I mentioned that I had been naughty and picked up the Anniversary Edition of Labyrinth last night at Walmart (I really can't afford frivolous spending, but since I got my Financial Aid change check in the mail yesterday, I don't feel *as* guilty. Just ignore the fact that I didn't know I had gotten my change check until this afternoon when I got back). And then Steve said that he had never seen it. So Melissa decided he needed to be introduced to the crack that is Labyrinth. So now we are watching Labyrinth and being scarred by David Bowie and his tights.