And tonight, I rest. No, wait…

So today I was gonna get stuff done.  I love Mondays for that.  Everyone is gone to school/work, and I try not to schedule appointments or answer the phone. But.

HWSNBN needed me to drive him to work (car still in shop).  Then I volunteered to brave teh Aple store so that he could travel internationally with a phone.  Gettingr eady to go — and he says “Oh yeh: I forgot my briefcase.  can you bring taht to?” Of cpourse you did.  And of course I will.

Arrived at Apple at 1010, thinking easy peasy in and out.  Do you know where NOT to be on a Monday morning? A mall in Minnesota. Why? Well, let’s just say I was not alone as the only blue-haired lady there.  Mall walkers are vicious! And they are all lined up, ten deep at apple, wanting to learn.  Which is awesome, don’t get me wrong.  But I got things to do.

So I get it done. I fly back to the office (only 10 minute drive), to find that HWSNBN is in a 3 hour meeting so can’t come get it from me.  I am NOT waiting for three hours.  So I take it in to the front desk, put a post it on it, and leave. I. AM. Done.

Get home.  All cars are gone. I am confused.  Text Singer Girl: did you drive to school? Usually her BF, Drummer Boy, takes her, but he was busy conquering the world in a business suit (school presentation.  Very big.  All Shark Tank and pirze money and — man was I an underachiever in high school.  I was happy if I could get my bangs to stand up the requisite 3 inches and match my Valley Girl beads to my jelly shoes and ZZ Top anklet socks). Sailor Boy has had to drive Singer Girl to school, as her ride, Drummer Boyfriend, had to go to school early.

Anyhoo, Sailor Boy drove her. When he got home, he looked like hell.  What’s up, I ask? Seems he got in at 5am, so the 7am driving duty kind of sucked.  He went to bed.  I made coffee.  Started figuring out how to transfer old emails to new computer.  Can’t be done.  My productive day became one of purging and resending emails to myself. Yeah me.

But we did get the car back, which is awesome.  Almost didnt get there, as Sailor Boy missed the turn like 3 times, but ugh. Got the car, paid too much to replace the tires (the same tires we replace every year as HWSNBN won’t change the wheels that keep rubbing the tires and causing them to blow.  he also won’t go in for the air bag recall.  He thinks it’s all a plot to get him to buy a new car.  He’ll regret it when we get in an accident and my air bag doesn’t deploy and HE has to run the house from now on.)

Car was out of gas.

HWSNBN had “the worst uber in the world” on the way to the airport.

Forgot his international adapter and will have to buy another.

Sailor Boy sleeping at his GF’s house tonight (she needs a moniker…Saint SheWhoPutsUpWithHWSNBN2.0? For old time’s sake I’ll just call her Toasty.  In high school she lived on simple carbs.  She has matured.  Sailor Boy has not.) Singer Girl at choir rehearsal.  I have house to myself for 3 hours.  Need to work on emails and Senior Party budget, but honestly I’m feeding the dog, then having wine and Ruffles and watching something estrogen driven.


About DonniT

Born in Georgia, raised in California, and living in Minnesota for almost 2 decades, I have lots of different ways of looking at the world. Married to my college sweetheart, surviving being a Navy Mom to Sailor Boy and helping Singer Girl achieve her dreams of college and stardom. Constantly trying to outwit my Labradoodle while rescuing dogs. Love to read, shop, entertain, volunteer, travel, plan, and dream!

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