My father has screwed me again...
...he won't be here until tomorrow so now I'm stuck here with a spic and span house and I have to keep it that way until he gets here. All the plans that I've made have to be transferred until tomorrow, which doesn't sound that bad, but try to keep this place clean...it's easier to clean it in the first plcae. At least it's less annoying.
His plane leaves Monday so he'll get here tomorrow...maybe...and then we'll spend Sunday together. I've been pushing him to take this trip for years and I'm glad he's doing it, I'm also glad I'll be on this side of the ocean because he's taking his ex step wife with him and she has Alzheimer's. I don't and I lost Rick twice a day when we went. Everytime I went to the bathroom, he'd walk away and I'd come out thinking I was lost without my passport or cash. He did it to me at the Arc D. Triumph and the tape that I took from the top of it has us arguing in the background. The most romantic city in the world and my video has us fighting as I pan the lovely City of Lights.
If he brings her back to this country, I for one will be very impressed. They're flying to Gatwick in London and then taking the Chunnel to France and they'll visit Cannes and Paris. I would love to go...but not with them. The next time I do go, I'm either taking my daughter or going alone. No more men for me for a trip to Europe, I'll find a few locals and share the love internationally...and don't think I wouldn't do it. Who'd know? I'll call myself Lola and travel around in skimpy clothing for two weeks. Yeah, that sounds like a goood idea. Now, if I can just keep from having a boyfriend for a few more years, I can make Lola's dream come true.
The carpet is clean and the dogs are locked in the kitchen. I've saved the kitchen floor for last because it will get dirty just from the dogs drinking water and then walking in the slop they leave so I'll wash the floor right before Dad actually walks in the door. Or, maybe not. My grandkids might be able to spend Sunday with us which would be great, I'd love to let my father see his great grandkids and take some of those 4 generational pictures that every family has somewhere in a box.
I'm going to have my father's beautiful car the entire time he's in Europe and I can't drive it! Ain't that a bitch! Anyone out there feel like driving (she asked after she tried to spell cheaffuer four times) me around for a couple of weeks? We could go to the beach! Or maybe even down the shore to the casino boats...I could take my alimony and try to parlay it into a million...this damn lottery thing isn't working out at all.
Well, now I'm wide awake for nothing so I guess I can go and take care of some stupid things that I've been putting off so that I could clean up. God knows I don't want to sit in this clean house and run the risk of spilling my Kool-Aid. There's a law in physics that says a glass of red Kool-Aid must spill within 36 hours of steam cleaning a carpet and I want to see if I can break the rule...see ya!
Meg
...he won't be here until tomorrow so now I'm stuck here with a spic and span house and I have to keep it that way until he gets here. All the plans that I've made have to be transferred until tomorrow, which doesn't sound that bad, but try to keep this place clean...it's easier to clean it in the first plcae. At least it's less annoying.
His plane leaves Monday so he'll get here tomorrow...maybe...and then we'll spend Sunday together. I've been pushing him to take this trip for years and I'm glad he's doing it, I'm also glad I'll be on this side of the ocean because he's taking his ex step wife with him and she has Alzheimer's. I don't and I lost Rick twice a day when we went. Everytime I went to the bathroom, he'd walk away and I'd come out thinking I was lost without my passport or cash. He did it to me at the Arc D. Triumph and the tape that I took from the top of it has us arguing in the background. The most romantic city in the world and my video has us fighting as I pan the lovely City of Lights.
If he brings her back to this country, I for one will be very impressed. They're flying to Gatwick in London and then taking the Chunnel to France and they'll visit Cannes and Paris. I would love to go...but not with them. The next time I do go, I'm either taking my daughter or going alone. No more men for me for a trip to Europe, I'll find a few locals and share the love internationally...and don't think I wouldn't do it. Who'd know? I'll call myself Lola and travel around in skimpy clothing for two weeks. Yeah, that sounds like a goood idea. Now, if I can just keep from having a boyfriend for a few more years, I can make Lola's dream come true.
The carpet is clean and the dogs are locked in the kitchen. I've saved the kitchen floor for last because it will get dirty just from the dogs drinking water and then walking in the slop they leave so I'll wash the floor right before Dad actually walks in the door. Or, maybe not. My grandkids might be able to spend Sunday with us which would be great, I'd love to let my father see his great grandkids and take some of those 4 generational pictures that every family has somewhere in a box.
I'm going to have my father's beautiful car the entire time he's in Europe and I can't drive it! Ain't that a bitch! Anyone out there feel like driving (she asked after she tried to spell cheaffuer four times) me around for a couple of weeks? We could go to the beach! Or maybe even down the shore to the casino boats...I could take my alimony and try to parlay it into a million...this damn lottery thing isn't working out at all.
Well, now I'm wide awake for nothing so I guess I can go and take care of some stupid things that I've been putting off so that I could clean up. God knows I don't want to sit in this clean house and run the risk of spilling my Kool-Aid. There's a law in physics that says a glass of red Kool-Aid must spill within 36 hours of steam cleaning a carpet and I want to see if I can break the rule...see ya!
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 4:55 AM
3 Comments:
Meg - sneak the car out and play the mega millions. I think it's now up to 165 million.
* then come Monday, Solaris reads Meg's blog and finds out Meg's been arrested - she immediately bites her fist, and thanks God she's 900 miles away*
LOLOLOL...I can WALK to the lottery ticket store and when I win, I'm hiring that driver dude, he'll be about 36, a college graduate, 6'4" tall, 224 pounds, adorable, have a head of hair and a helluva wit....and I'll never be heard from again.
:):):)
Ugh, I don't want to read anymore about 6 feet 6 guys with a full head of blonde hair, college graduate, and in his 30's. You are describing my husband, girl!
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