Short one…
Been helping our second set of moving friends with annoying errands for the past couple of (3?) days, cooking, feeding kids, breaking down the swing set, recycyling runs, packing up the office, etc. Not a big deal & nothing like the 3-day moving-nightmare-athon of our other friends (since the second set can afford packers & movers and the first set needed our help for that cause…well, grad school makes most people broke).
Anywho, this morning I woke up & thought, “gee, it’d be nice to do some laundry so we have clean towels & clothes & sheets, and wouldn’t it be nice to tackle the dishes stacked all around the kitchen and, gee, don’t I need to eventually get some gifts for hubby’s defense celebration?” In other words, after several weeks of entertaining inlaws, traveling for a funeral, entertaining inlaws again, packing, writing, packing, this place is a mess & I’m tired of it.
So while hubby went back over to our friends to continue helping out with their move, I started laundry (it’s only 1/2 way done at 6:30 now), cleaned the kitchen & shopped for gifts for him.
Got to our friends house around 2:00 & hubby was on his way out to the hardware store for something they needed & I immediately got a list of alcohol to purchase to restock their boat & instructions to put it on the boat for them. Not a big deal, we’ve been drinking their boat alcohol all summer. So I hit the liquor store, hit the marina, loaded up their boat with yummy stuff. But turns out I was buying it & storing it so our woman friend could take her women friends out for a cruise tonight. Turns out, I’m not one of those women friends. HA!
I know this cause she must’ve got to the boat, seen that I bought them a bottle of Petrone gold (from us as a special gift) & felt guilty since we’ve been doing so much for them for the last few days and all. So her hubby calls with a bullshit story that she must’ve forgot to tell me about the trip. But that seems unlikely, doesn’t it? I mean, we were on the boat last night, she saw me going to get the stuff, asked me if I put it on the boat, and said goodbye when we left without a followup, “see you tonight.”
Here’s the deal, I’m not upset. I doubt I’d like her other women friends. But I think it’s all pretty damn funny.
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