I am beginnin’ to believe all this pet peein’ upon beds is just the start of a vast plot. I have no real basis for this yet. Conspiracy theories take a while to breed ya know.
I went ahead and cleaned up the guest bathroom even though it wasn’t really in need bein’ as it has not been used at all. It was just in the name of sanitation.
Methinks I shalt go lie upon the bed and watch teevee.
Even though tomorrow is a day off I am workin’ four hours in the mornin’. I don’t know what is wrong with me sometimes. Dang work ethic!
Had not-thrilling experience with same airline as Taters. Our flight home this morning was delayed by an hour, which hosed our connecting flight. None of the remaining flights to Columbus had any room on it (or had less than 4 seats, at any rate), so we’re spending the night in the greater D.C. area ( ::waves to FCM, tarra, MamaT and others she is forgetting:: ) At least we’re staying on the airline’s dime. And the employees were actually really helpful to us. But they seem to be overbooking all of their flights, which makes delays a pain in the patootie to deal with.
Had thought about volunteering for tomorrow’s MMP, but am too tired. Didn’t actually sleep last night, due to wedding celebration stuff.
Red wine on an empty stomach is NOT a good combo. At least, not if you have any intentions of staying awake or being moderately productive for the rest of the day.
(and apparently, stuffing yourself silly afterwards does absolutely nothing to soak up the alcomahol… because the hot dog and salad and chips and lasagna and chicken curry and pie and ice cream and tiramisu didn’t help at all)
Sooooooooooo sleeeeeeeeeeeepy.
ZZzzzzzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz…
{{mmmmmmmm}} It’s tough, ending up someplace where you don’t have friends or family. Been there, done that… just remember, Hubby Day is just around the corner.
Sorry about the airline woes, gt. But at least they managed to keep you and your luggage together this time, right?
Looking forward to the new MMP, Vundy.
And on that note, I’m crawling into bed to sleep off this wine-induced stupor. G’night everybody!
Been up since before 4am. Got dressed and headed downstairs so instead of lying in bed listening to Mom snore and trying not to breathe her stinky breath, I’m sitting at a hotel-provided computer posting less intelligently than usual. I’d told her that if I wasn’t in the room when she woke up, I’d be here; she moved my shoes from where I’d left them, placed a lot of stuff over my clothes and closed the noisy-doored (is too a word) closet where my Play is.
One of the mornings in Córdoba I did go to the sitting area outside with the Play and she came out furious demanding why hadn’t I gone back to the room when she’d waken up. Uh, because I didn’t know? And I’d rather not have to deal with gargoyle faces before breakfast, ok, please?
