State of the Vacation
Monday
Still in town. Sick kid stays home from school. 75 and sunny outside but we are inside all day waiting for the doctor to call. Doctor calls at 4:30 and takes 12 seconds to decide kid is fine. I bet she bills me for that. On the way home from Little League, I get yelled at by a minivan full of teenagers for driving too slow. I am not above yelling back "NICE MINIVAN YOU LOSERS."
Tuesday
Still in town. Spend day doing laundry and cleaning house. Baby upstairs hasn't stopped screaming for 36 hours straight. Some shyster outside Walgreen's earns four bucks from me when he blames his girlfriend for blowing a fuse in his car and then cries. At dinner, Dylan asks what's for dessert. I say "apple tart" but he hears "asshole tard" and takes offense. Some future therapist is going to have a field day.
Tomorrow - Saturday
Wisconsin! An inn shaped like a barn! Goats on a restaurant roof! Cheese!
I can't wait.
Still in town. Sick kid stays home from school. 75 and sunny outside but we are inside all day waiting for the doctor to call. Doctor calls at 4:30 and takes 12 seconds to decide kid is fine. I bet she bills me for that. On the way home from Little League, I get yelled at by a minivan full of teenagers for driving too slow. I am not above yelling back "NICE MINIVAN YOU LOSERS."
Tuesday
Still in town. Spend day doing laundry and cleaning house. Baby upstairs hasn't stopped screaming for 36 hours straight. Some shyster outside Walgreen's earns four bucks from me when he blames his girlfriend for blowing a fuse in his car and then cries. At dinner, Dylan asks what's for dessert. I say "apple tart" but he hears "asshole tard" and takes offense. Some future therapist is going to have a field day.
Tomorrow - Saturday
Wisconsin! An inn shaped like a barn! Goats on a restaurant roof! Cheese!
I can't wait.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 8:00 PM
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