previous // May 05, 2008
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We did very ittle and yet we're both whupped. How did that happen? I'm sure sleeping on couches and lounge chairs for two days is the culprit.
After I dropped Mom C at the airport on Friday, I did a little impromptu shopping. It was supposed to be just a kill time trip until I had to go tutor, but life never seems to work out like that. I ended up buying three pairs of shoes (one was only $3, so I don't feel so bad) and got a ridiculously expensive Michael Kors top (I did not pay that price, however... whining *does* have a place in life, and it's to buy ridiculously expensive Michael Kors tops). I bought that top in a slightly celebratory fashion, as my student had just left a voice mail to say he didn't need tutoring afterall. It was also inspired by the purchase of these shoes. I had the "what the hell am I going to wear with these?!" conversation in my head as I wandered the mall. But I couldn't not buy them... ::sigh::
So after my shop-til-you-drop moment, I headed back home, dumped off my finds, fed the cat, then trotted back up the hill to the farm, where I fed dogs, more cats than I'm willing to count, and horses. I sat for 3.5629 seconds, then went back off the hill to meet MB out here for dinner. I've been bugging him for months to try some of the restaurants in the area and he finally had a few nickels to scrape together to take me out. We chose this little place a few blocks down and over from us and got there in enough time to have the kitchen still open. The person who waited on us, who must be the owner/manager from the way he acted (thanks, Kitchen Nightmares for that knowledge!), was funny and really nice. There was live jazz music and the prices were reasonable, especially for the amount of food we got. We'll definitely have to go back. After dinner, we went back home to cram as much laundry into a contactor's garabage bag as we could (and those suckers hold a lot), packed up the cat and a few clothes for us (plus a makeup bag for me, because I can't let the horses see me without mascara -- ha!), and headed back to the farm.
Baron and Sugar lost their minds at having us spend the night, and they largely bugged MB every half hour or so all night long, so he turned into a bear. It rained for most of Saturday and was chilly, so we didn't get to the things we wanted to do, namely go out to the barn and muck stalls. Instead MB napped most of the afternoon and I watched not only the Kentucky Derby (which was bittersweet) and the Richmond race for NASCAR, which I'll bemoan another time (it still stings a bit, even two days later). We only left the farm to go grab subs. Helloooooo lazy!
Baron and Sugar, again, wouldn't leave MB alone all night. We even swapped spots -- couch vs. lounge -- and it made no difference. The puppies were completely in awe that their boy was still there. MB attempted to work on his final for his class and I lazed. Then we went to pick up his mom, who'd had a wonderful time at her cousin's. She tried to get us to stay for dinner and when MB had had his fill of his final, we grabbed our still damp laundry, packed up the cat, and fled as fast as he was willing to legally go.
Had a mini-freak out over the weekend involving my parents. They had told me, all of us girls really, that around the first of May they were heading back north. None of us were called when they left, so we had no idea where they were. Neither of them answered their cell phone. I got a call from TF on Saturday about whether or not they'd called me. She said she was going to call our aunt and uncle in Virginia to see if they knew anything and would call me back. I didn't hear from her but from my parents (!) Sunday morning. They acted like it was no big deal to be vague. Well, excuse us if we were concerned... they're 66 and 72 years old (and would happily shoot me if they knew I was broadcasting that over the Internet), and both have health concerns, so pardon us if we worry when they run around the east coast without telling us. At least we know where they are (approximately) now. God, I hate raising parents... I know I'm not doing it alone, I have three people to help me, but these two can be a handful sometimes...
Anyway, now that we're back home and not worrying about puppies or horses or parents, it'll be nice to go back to work and think about something else. I sound like I've been doing this for months instead of three days, but good lord... what a long, strange trip it's been.
Back to the weekly bump and grind,
Ter
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