I almost told my FD that she was making it much harder than it was worth. I told her my Real Brother’s birthday was on Monday, the 19th, and all of a sudden I got bombarded with Robt’s days off and his work days (he works nights) and could I visit my RB first, and finally I just told her that it wasn’t worth it, that the original plan of her flying out to get the dishes, then driving back with me and me flying home made more sense than anything she had come up with so far.
NOTHING should be that stinking complicated when it was all laid out with the date of the birthday being the only one she needed to worry about. *sheesh*
Chuck and Bethany were going to do some of my repairs, but he got the wrong kitchen light, so all that got done was the replacement of the toilet seat, which was done by Beth while he was off looking for a left-handed monkey wrench.
And ever since I was expecting Jim this morning, a migraine has tried to move in and take up residence, and it doesn’t show any signs of going away any time soon.
No Jim, no replacement of kitchen ceiling bulb or the light over the sink that needs to be exchanged for one that actually fits, and I didn’t get a letter to Charlie written. So I’m going to watch a little more TV and then call it a day.
(Why does it feel like I have a dozen unruly kids?)
It sounds like a lot of confusion!