boys home! What’s wrong with this picture?
They had a great time. This post is not about that. I’ll write about that more later. (BTW, a miracle has occured in that they actually told me stories from camp on the way home.)
No, this is a pity party post.
They come home. Take a nap. Get up. Shower. One goes out for dinner with people he just spent a week with. The other, I cook for. Then, they go over to their father’s house who has F@$^ing cable TV to watch the baseball game.
The same guy who is supposed to be over here cutting up the train bed to remove it from my house so that YM can move in tomorrow. The same guy who said at 5:00 when he dropped off the bike that he would be here “later” and at 8:00 said he was “still coming.” For the record it’s now 8:45 and when he shows up at 9:00 it’ too F#$^ing late to start a project like that and I’m not letting him in.
Besides, the boys are down at his place watching the damn Twins and I’m expected to be here, cleaning for the move in and washing camp clothes so they can go to the races on Sunday.
What the hell is the matter with me?
Whatever.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Most Awesome-est friends EVER 2007
Mt. Rainier 2007
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Most Awesome-est friends EVER 2007
Mt. Rainier 2007
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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Most Awesome-est friends EVER 2007
Mt. Rainier 2007
December 30th, 2006 at 1:28 am
You’m got MUG written all over your forehead lady. But it’s ok. You can beat this. You start throwing some weight around. It’s a PITA at first but after a while it feels good! Have some people jumping to your tune for a change. (I started small by ordering special meals at McDonalds and making them leave out stuff. Pathetic, isn’t it!)
December 30th, 2006 at 1:49 am
Love this comment! Thank you!
um…what’s MUG and PITA?
Oh, and it is fine now….or finer anyway. I think the final “fine” comes a bit further down the road.