Well...this is how desperate I've become. I sent The Senator off to swimming lessons with his dad, and I hired the neighbor girl to come down and exorcise babysit The Governor. I'm hiding in the computer room, trying not to hit the keys too loudly. If I'm very quiet, I have the next hour to MYSELF!
I shouldn't complain. I had another entire hour to myself earlier today. I got my hair cut. I couldn't wait to see the gal who cuts my hair. When I saw her last, she was two weeks away from her wedding, and her fiance had just disclosed (unwillingly) that he had some major credit card debt. She was in a dark mood that day, and I wasn't sure she'd make it down the aisle.
She did. And today I got the details. She's still a bit peeved at her man, but tied the knot anyway. (Actual quote from last haircut: "Steve and I are so great together. We only fight about money.") The wedding went well, although the groom's alcoholic mom caused some sort of a stir. (Couldn't hear - hair dryer.) Now they're trying to buy a house and he's unhappy because they can't get approved for a big enough loan if his name is on the paperwork because his credit history is swirling around in the sewer. She hit up Daddy who obliged by gifting them $10,000 for a down payment.
And now you know the answer to "Where does Jerry Springer get these people?"
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On a different note...last night Breezy was pulling a downspout off the house to get at some critter who had taken up shelter inside of it. I was yelling at her to come inside. She was ignoring me. (She must be the one giving The Gov lessons.) So I put on my knee-high green Wellingtons, grabbed my flashlight, tracked her down, and let her have it on the flank with my Maglight. That got her attention. All three dogs made fast tracks for the back door.
I took off my boots and headed for bed. I told The VP that I had a tiresome day, and I needed to be charmed a bit. He politely asked if I was going to start calling myself The Princess on this site.
So after I cracked him on the shin with the flashlight, he said, "Well, dear, I don't think I've seen anything sexier than you marching out side in your boots and pajamas while wielding a flashlight to go murder a dog."
I love that man.
Posted by Cathy at October 21, 2003 07:32 PM