Today was pretty kick-ass, I must say.
The gremlins and the Geekster left around 12:30pm. I called Thac0 as soon as they were gone because it was too damn quiet around here. I figured if I heard Volume and Puzzle for a while it might be comforting. She promised I could call her at any point and she would set the phone down nearby so I could hear them yelling. She's a good friend like that.
I then picked up my grandma and we went to the Emily Carr exhibit at the art gallery. I haven't been to the gallery since Intrepid was a baby. That was when I quickly figured out that my offspring do not do well in places where you have to be quiet and not touch things. We stick to museums when we feel like getting cultured, but galleries are out.
We went for dinner after that. Oh, did I mention that my grandma insisted on paying for absolutely everything? I tried, but she's a stubborn one. She makes me look meek, which is really saying something.
After dinner, we went to her place for tea and biscuits. Only British grandmothers serve tea and biscuits, you know. I had three biscuits, because pregnant grandaughters can't say no to biscuits.
Next, I stopped at a Starbucks on my way to my 12 step meeting. A half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy latte. I never said I wasn't high maintenance. The Maven knows what she likes, and she likes half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy lattes. Especially when she can order them without herding children. It makes them extra enjoyable. I belted out Coldplay while taking random coffee sips and made my way to the meeting. It doesn't take much to make me happy, you know. I'm a simple person with a simple mind who enjoys simple pleasures (that's my way of saying I ain't too bright but I sure am happy).
Had I not had to be the secretary at the meeting I probably would have fallen asleep. I was so very tired by this point. I finalized plans with a friend for Sunday morning and headed back home. I put in a quick call to The Madre to figure out what to do about The Sister's birthday celebrations tomorrow.
The conversation was supposed to go like this:
The Madre: Hello?
The Maven: Hey, mom. What time are we getting together for birthday things tomorrow?
The Madre: Oh, around X o'clock
The Maven: Wonderful! I'll see you then.
The Madre: Have I told you how wonderful you are? Creative, too. And interesting and pleasant and beautiful and smart.
The Maven: Oh, you're too kind. Stop it.
The Madre: No, I'm serious. You're the most amazing person I know. Anyway, go home, put your feet up and get some rest. See you tomorrow!
How the conversation actually went:
The Madre: Hello?
The Maven: Hey, mom. What...
The Madre: Where are you?
The Maven: I'm just heading home. I'm really...
The Madre: You're bringing me coffee? Ok, see you soon!
The Maven: .... Um, sure.
The Madre: Ok, bye! *click*
....
I got home at 11:30pm and would like to pass out right now. However, I just received this in a chat window:
The Madre: where's my blog????
Just so you know, when I order a half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy latte, I'm doing so with a great deal of genetics at play.
The gremlins and the Geekster left around 12:30pm. I called Thac0 as soon as they were gone because it was too damn quiet around here. I figured if I heard Volume and Puzzle for a while it might be comforting. She promised I could call her at any point and she would set the phone down nearby so I could hear them yelling. She's a good friend like that.
I then picked up my grandma and we went to the Emily Carr exhibit at the art gallery. I haven't been to the gallery since Intrepid was a baby. That was when I quickly figured out that my offspring do not do well in places where you have to be quiet and not touch things. We stick to museums when we feel like getting cultured, but galleries are out.
We went for dinner after that. Oh, did I mention that my grandma insisted on paying for absolutely everything? I tried, but she's a stubborn one. She makes me look meek, which is really saying something.
After dinner, we went to her place for tea and biscuits. Only British grandmothers serve tea and biscuits, you know. I had three biscuits, because pregnant grandaughters can't say no to biscuits.
Next, I stopped at a Starbucks on my way to my 12 step meeting. A half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy latte. I never said I wasn't high maintenance. The Maven knows what she likes, and she likes half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy lattes. Especially when she can order them without herding children. It makes them extra enjoyable. I belted out Coldplay while taking random coffee sips and made my way to the meeting. It doesn't take much to make me happy, you know. I'm a simple person with a simple mind who enjoys simple pleasures (that's my way of saying I ain't too bright but I sure am happy).
Had I not had to be the secretary at the meeting I probably would have fallen asleep. I was so very tired by this point. I finalized plans with a friend for Sunday morning and headed back home. I put in a quick call to The Madre to figure out what to do about The Sister's birthday celebrations tomorrow.
The conversation was supposed to go like this:
The Madre: Hello?
The Maven: Hey, mom. What time are we getting together for birthday things tomorrow?
The Madre: Oh, around X o'clock
The Maven: Wonderful! I'll see you then.
The Madre: Have I told you how wonderful you are? Creative, too. And interesting and pleasant and beautiful and smart.
The Maven: Oh, you're too kind. Stop it.
The Madre: No, I'm serious. You're the most amazing person I know. Anyway, go home, put your feet up and get some rest. See you tomorrow!
How the conversation actually went:
The Madre: Hello?
The Maven: Hey, mom. What...
The Madre: Where are you?
The Maven: I'm just heading home. I'm really...
The Madre: You're bringing me coffee? Ok, see you soon!
The Maven: .... Um, sure.
The Madre: Ok, bye! *click*
....
I got home at 11:30pm and would like to pass out right now. However, I just received this in a chat window:
The Madre: where's my blog????
Just so you know, when I order a half-sweet, decaf, vanilla soy latte, I'm doing so with a great deal of genetics at play.