So I made it to my parents. It's 900 degrees and my dad is complaining that it's too cold. We went to the nearest restaurant (which is a tavern) and I forget that not everybody is smoke-free. Had to be home by 8 pm - because AMERICAN IDOL IS ON! So I watched my first episode of that in years. Of course... with the tv on as loud as it will go and mom and dad yelling at one another that they can't hear what each other is saying. :) Ah... home, sweet, home.
Then this morning... the coffee pot didn't work. Argh! At least they had some instant decaf in the fridge.
Peace everyone. I don't think I can handle a revolution at the moment.
3 comments:
You've got me picturing George Costanza's parents.
Bogie and I miss you. He won't eat. I'm eating too much. :)
Maybe not George's parents... More like Jerry's parents?? Whose parents will we be like?
Until tomorrow....
can't wait to be there tomorrow. dispite your description, there's something very very comforting about being there. maybe it's just cause i'm getting older.
please have the coffee pot ready. :)
you could always just go to casey's. but then the doughnuts will get you!
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