Well my weekend was eventful. Too bad little of it was for the reason I wanted it to be.
Friday afternoon I had realized that I was not going to catch Becca at work, nor was Pam going to return my email, and Mary was mourning the loss of her hamster, so the tie-dye get together I had been planning for my birthday was tossed out the window. I spent the evening store hopping, hoping that somebody still had the Gameboy Advance SP on sale this past week since, thanks to my husband, I had to spend the money I was saving to buy one for myself for my b-day, and didn’t have enough to get one the previous week when they were on sale at Target. When I got home I went straight to bed. I just didn’t want to deal with the rest of the night.
Around 2:30am Saturday I awoke, coughing. My apartment was filled with smoke. My first thought was “What the fuck did my neighbor’s do, fall asleep with a lit cigarette?” (On a good day these people smoke so much my apartment reeks of nicotine!). When I make it out to the kitchen I see Glenn standing in front of the microwave. It seems Glenn was hungry and decided to cook himself some hamburgers. The only problem is, Glenn doesn’t set the timer for, say 5 minutes, check the burgers and if they aren’t done cook them for a few minutes more. Nope, Glenn likes to set the timer for 30 minutes to an hour and then check the stuff periodically, if he remembers. Do you know how hard it is to remember anything when you’ve drunk yourself nearly comatose? Needless to say Glenn spent the rest of the weekend sober, since I had flushed everything alcoholic (including the rum for my fruitcakes, dammit!) down the toilet. Now I just need to remember to call my landlord and have him replace the smoke detector which is obviously not working.
Saturday, the day was spent food shopping. I am now boycotting Demoulas/Market Basket. They used to be the place to get my staple supplies from since their prices were usually the lowest for most things. Not anymore! They need to put up a sign that reads “Welcome to Stop & Shop” because they are now charging the same outrageous prices. So I’m now broke.
I spent yesterday in my pajamas, either in bed sleeping, in front of the computer working on my site (I got the Link-O-Rama overhauled. Yay!), or cramming birthday cake into my mouth before my children could bogart it (or bogart what was left, as Glenn ate half of it, himself). Somewhere around noonish I gave up on checking my email for birthday wishes from fellow Oliverettes (my first real fandom), as it was painfully obvious they had once again forgotten. But hey, at least this year they had an excuse: Starhawk’s ability to catch the attention of the actors whose characters are portrayed in her fanfics is much more important. Even if it did happen several weeks ago.
So that brings us up to this morning. I woke up with a sinus headache and proceeded to the kitchen to get my medication, when Glenn announced that I had to give Ben his Ritalin (he was still in a foul mood over the loss of his booze), so I grabbed his pill. Ben was busy making his Ovaltine to take his meds with so I decided to take mine while I was waiting. The remainder of the morning went something like this:
Ben: Mom, I’m ready for my pill now.
Mom: *looks in hand, which was holding said pill, but is now empty* Um, didn’t I give it to you already?
Ben: No.
Mom: Then were the hell did I put the pill, I had it in my hand when I took my… Oh fuck!
So now I’m sitting here with a sinus headache because, in case you haven’t already guessed, it wasn’t my sinus medication I took, and now I can’t take it since it doesn’t mix well with Ritalin. But fuck, if this isn’t the clearest I’ve been able to think for as long as I can remember….
I think I’ll make an attempt at getting some writing done!
Babs
