Lordy, it’s only 8:30, and I could use a nap already. I had to get up before 6 to make Fred’s lunch and breakfast (because I’m a good wifey)(not that I would be a BAD wifey if I didn’t, you understand), and then tore around like a chicken with it’s head cut off to get the house ready for the cleaning lady. Then I woke the spud up, took a shower, and left (avec spud) to meet Fred at the car place so he could drop his jeep off to be worked on, and took him back to the office.
After we dropped Fred off at the office, we went to Wal-Mart so that the spud could finally FINALLY buy the hoop earrings she’s been obsessing about for weeks. This morning, she was all worried "Will $14 be enough for a pair of earrings?" she fretted. I refrained from pointing out to her that if she was spending more than that on a pair of hoop earrings, she was spending too much, and simply nodded. Not only did she get a pair of hoop earrings, but she got THREE pair of hoop earrings (1 pair silver, 2 pair gold) AND a keychain.
I vegged in front of the computer for a few hours waiting for the pest control people to come – which they finally did – and then the spud and I went to the bank and post office, so I could get a money order to pay the ticket I got last week. $125, down the drain. *sob*
On the way home, I realized we’d never picked up the spud’s final report card, so we went and did that, and then stopped by the school she’ll be attending next year (Middle School! How’d that happen??) and found out that we’d missed an Open House sometime at the beginning of May, where all the (soon to be) 6th graders met the 6th-grade teachers and saw what the school was like. Anyway, we got the spud’s schedule for next year, and one of the ladies who works in the office took us down around the 6th grade wing, which was very nice of her.
I noticed that several homes and businesses we passed on the way home were running their sprinklers, which just makes me want to grind my teeth, and I have to fight back the compulsion to stop and say "Hey, don’t you know you’re not supposed to water your lawn in the middle of the day?! It’s not good for your grass!" I never do stop, though, ’cause I don’t want to sound like a nosy know-it-all.
Even though I am.
Fred’s ears have been bothering him on and off over the last few days, and this morning they were really hurting, so he tried calling his doctor, but she’s apparently on vacation this week. He stuck around work for a fairly important 10:30 meeting, and then had someone drop him off at home – his car’s still being worked on – and now he’s sitting at the walk-in clinic waiting to be seen.
Okay, Fred has not one ear infection, not two, but four – two in each ear. I didn’t even know that was possible. To his dismay, he has to stay out of the pool for 5 days. He’s blaming his ear infection on the hottub, because if anything our pool is over-chlorinated, which would kill any germs (according to Fred). And he’s the only one who went underwater in the hottub, so he’s probably right.
Poor Fred.
Using Napster, I downloaded the MP3 for Denis Leary’s "Life’s Gonna Suck." That song just cracks me up; it always has, ever since I saw him on MTV Unplugged years and years ago. Pissed-off male comics are my favorite, Denis Leary and Dennis Miller chief amongst my favorites.
Fred pointed out that I was listening to a song that proclaimed there was no Santa Claus in front of the spud, but she seemed none the worse for wear, though to all appearances she still believes in the big man. Is that normal? Well, what’m I saying – I believed, or half-believed anyway, in Santa Claus until I was 12 and my younger cousin told me that her mother had told her there was no Santa. I’m just waiting for the spud to ask me point-blank, which she hasn’t yet. If she’s like me, she figures as long as I think she believes, she’ll continue to get way too many presents under the Christmas tree.
If only she knew it’s not my doing. It’s her grandparents who go crazy every year, not me.
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