Oh yes, the day started in a most delicious manner, with a 5:20 am phone call from Heathrow Airport IN ENGLAND where the kid was, having arrived about an hour earlier. She'd already gotten her luggage and met the escort from the University (sent for the international students) and was waiting for another plane or two to arrive before setting out for Wales. In other words, SHE CALLED. SHE CALLED HER MOMMY BECAUSE SHE KNEW MOMMY WOULD BE A MAJOR NUT JOB ALL DAY UNLESS SHE DID.
Wasn't that nice?
So I could breathe all day. Well, more or less; I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection, but that's kind of like saying "I'm pretty sure I have green eyes." My sinuses are already earmarked for the Mayo Clinic.
In my haste and insanity, I neglected to include these gems from the SCM, circa yesterday:
Somewhere around mid-morning, he bops on over to my desk and begins to tell me a story of a man who was recently arrested when he tried to board a plane carrying a four-inch knife. I stopped him and said "Think about this. Is this a story you want to be telling me today?" He looks innocent -- or stupid -- and says "Why? It's just a story. They caught him." I told him I didn't want to hear it.
A few minutes later he asks, "So, will R be keeping in touch with you while she's away?" (Uh ... excuse me?) I replied with a much needed "What do you mean?" He clarifies by asking if I suppose that she will write or email while she's away. So I said "No. She's going to Europe for a year and is dropping off the face of the earth. She'll never write and I'll never hear from her again." He looked innocent stupid again. So I said, "Yes, of course, she'll email." You see, this was his little way of telling me that it wasn't a big deal that she was going away, it's not as if I won't be in contact with her. What a man schmuck.
So this was a fun little quiz for today, considering that last week I became the only person on earth who ever asked a hairdresser to cut my hair so that more of the gray showed. I like the gray. It's like having highlights for free.
My inner child is sixteen years old!
Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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