God. Morning sucks.
Despite being insanely different, my brother and I get along fine when I'm at home. Usually. He simply refuses to acknowledge that I am cool, despite my awesome tolerance for alcohol and taste in music.
But if he ever calls me at 7:30 in the morning again, I will punch him in the spleen.
He was supposed to be picking me up from Regina Sunday because he has an appointment in nearby Moose Jaw, but now he doesn't want to drive. He would, he informs me, prefer to drink. It makes no nevermind to me. I can just take the bus. However, in this modern world where we both have cell phones, why not wait until a decent hour - oh, say, noon - to call and confuse me with details.
At one point in our conversation, I am fairly certain I put the phone down after saying "Just a minute." And then laid down for a second to get my bearings.
It's still raining here and all traces of snow are gone, gone, gone. It feels like spring. In October.
And the Chairman feels the change in the air. Jess gave him a crinkle ball for Christmas. And I tied it to a piece of yarn so I could throw it and drag it around for him. He currently has it wound around my legs. We'll see how much he loves me after I leave him alone with Magda for ten days.
Perhaps he will force her to listen to Iron Maiden.
Well, this suitcase won't pack itself.
P.S. - My ITunes has an hilarious sense of humour. I have it on random and it just played Al Green's Let's Get Married, followed by Liz Phair's Divorce Song.
But if he ever calls me at 7:30 in the morning again, I will punch him in the spleen.
He was supposed to be picking me up from Regina Sunday because he has an appointment in nearby Moose Jaw, but now he doesn't want to drive. He would, he informs me, prefer to drink. It makes no nevermind to me. I can just take the bus. However, in this modern world where we both have cell phones, why not wait until a decent hour - oh, say, noon - to call and confuse me with details.
At one point in our conversation, I am fairly certain I put the phone down after saying "Just a minute." And then laid down for a second to get my bearings.
It's still raining here and all traces of snow are gone, gone, gone. It feels like spring. In October.
And the Chairman feels the change in the air. Jess gave him a crinkle ball for Christmas. And I tied it to a piece of yarn so I could throw it and drag it around for him. He currently has it wound around my legs. We'll see how much he loves me after I leave him alone with Magda for ten days.
Perhaps he will force her to listen to Iron Maiden.
Well, this suitcase won't pack itself.
P.S. - My ITunes has an hilarious sense of humour. I have it on random and it just played Al Green's Let's Get Married, followed by Liz Phair's Divorce Song.