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Today, self, you are going to tackle the memory corner in your room and possibly, depending on time, the closet. Then, and only then, can you play with the books and the dollies after you finish the laundry and the other couple of things on your to do list from yesterday.
Yesterday yielded no books because we ventured to the Mt. Pleasant Target instead of the North area one as the Target employee at my usual Target looked up the 5pack we were looking for and said the only local store saying they had any in the system was Mt. P. We'd never been to that one before, so... we went. Mt. Pleasant has changed a lot, not only from my childhood memories where driving out to the Kmart out there used to involve whinging of "are we theeeeeeeeere yet?" and a stretch of road where the only thing going on was the sweetgrass basket makers.
Now it's nothing but road construction. Why, exactly, is Mt. P so damn snooty? o_O Anyway. Target was eventually found, on the side of the road I thought it was, but with my GPS system being of no help. I'll have to work on that later. Yeah. That store's layout is all kinds of weird. It's like our store's new layout, but flipped on it's side so the whole thing feels backassward. Anyway, found the last set in the area, did the victory dance, then realized I'd lost Mums. Mwerp.
Did get my booze and learned that the people on the wine side of Total Wine will ignore you completely until they cannot anymore and then act like asshats, and that the people on the liquor side are very, very nice even though you can't always get to their door because the jerkwads from the wine side are standing in front of it, gossiping. Yeah.
Now, riddle me this: The boy calls a little before noon when we're leaving Total Wine and about to head off to search for the Mt. P Target. He wants to know if we can pick him up in half an hour. I admit I'm less than helpful because REALLY? You're going to have the car all fucking week and you can't just not have your every whim catered to for ONE DAY? But Mums points out that lunch traffic will be miserable so we can stop at the library first and kill half an hour easy before the boy is ready to go. I grumble a bit but see the logic. We hit the library, mother nature kicks me in the uterus, and I find some books. I'm regretting my initial book decision, but at the time it seemed like a good idea.
The next thing I know, it's 12:50. So for whatever reason, Mom drives across the parking lot to wait for him while I send a message saying, "dude, you ready?" When he called, he said the absolute latest he'd be was half an hour. Yeah. He storms out and basically seems to try and throw us back across the parking lot for reasons I don't understand. Mom goes to talk to him after moving the car (...I don't know, people!) and hands him his keys. We leave for the wild adventure that is traffic hell in Mt. Pleasant.
2:20 the boy calls and wants to be picked up.
Two and a half hours, people. Look, I know I can kill some serious time in a library (well, I could before. Yesterday, not so much) but a) he knew I wanted to go somewhere else and b) he flipped his shit over the thought of us going before picking him up. Dude, if we'd gone when I wanted, we would've still had ample time to pick your ass up and I could have stopped at the bookstore out there!
And this is why I get pissed when he gets his knickers in a twist about people running late. His sense of time is all kinds of fucked the hell up.
Anyway. Cleaning!
Yesterday yielded no books because we ventured to the Mt. Pleasant Target instead of the North area one as the Target employee at my usual Target looked up the 5pack we were looking for and said the only local store saying they had any in the system was Mt. P. We'd never been to that one before, so... we went. Mt. Pleasant has changed a lot, not only from my childhood memories where driving out to the Kmart out there used to involve whinging of "are we theeeeeeeeere yet?" and a stretch of road where the only thing going on was the sweetgrass basket makers.
Now it's nothing but road construction. Why, exactly, is Mt. P so damn snooty? o_O Anyway. Target was eventually found, on the side of the road I thought it was, but with my GPS system being of no help. I'll have to work on that later. Yeah. That store's layout is all kinds of weird. It's like our store's new layout, but flipped on it's side so the whole thing feels backassward. Anyway, found the last set in the area, did the victory dance, then realized I'd lost Mums. Mwerp.
Did get my booze and learned that the people on the wine side of Total Wine will ignore you completely until they cannot anymore and then act like asshats, and that the people on the liquor side are very, very nice even though you can't always get to their door because the jerkwads from the wine side are standing in front of it, gossiping. Yeah.
Now, riddle me this: The boy calls a little before noon when we're leaving Total Wine and about to head off to search for the Mt. P Target. He wants to know if we can pick him up in half an hour. I admit I'm less than helpful because REALLY? You're going to have the car all fucking week and you can't just not have your every whim catered to for ONE DAY? But Mums points out that lunch traffic will be miserable so we can stop at the library first and kill half an hour easy before the boy is ready to go. I grumble a bit but see the logic. We hit the library, mother nature kicks me in the uterus, and I find some books. I'm regretting my initial book decision, but at the time it seemed like a good idea.
The next thing I know, it's 12:50. So for whatever reason, Mom drives across the parking lot to wait for him while I send a message saying, "dude, you ready?" When he called, he said the absolute latest he'd be was half an hour. Yeah. He storms out and basically seems to try and throw us back across the parking lot for reasons I don't understand. Mom goes to talk to him after moving the car (...I don't know, people!) and hands him his keys. We leave for the wild adventure that is traffic hell in Mt. Pleasant.
2:20 the boy calls and wants to be picked up.
Two and a half hours, people. Look, I know I can kill some serious time in a library (well, I could before. Yesterday, not so much) but a) he knew I wanted to go somewhere else and b) he flipped his shit over the thought of us going before picking him up. Dude, if we'd gone when I wanted, we would've still had ample time to pick your ass up and I could have stopped at the bookstore out there!
And this is why I get pissed when he gets his knickers in a twist about people running late. His sense of time is all kinds of fucked the hell up.
Anyway. Cleaning!