Indecisive. My middle name. In hopes of cheering me up after Wednesday, Jessica treated me to lunch before class on Thursday. I frantically flipped through the menu about 77 times and still had no idea. Apologetically, I explained this indecisiveness to our friendly waitor; he just smiled and said, "No problem, I'll be here 'till 4:00!" On his 24th attempt to take our order, he stood at the bottom of the steps and questioningly held up his thumbs. I smiled and too gave him the thumbs up, I had decided.
I cried all day Wednesday and just that fact that Abby remembered my appointment and called to see how it went made me smile for the rest of the evening.
I had the pedal to the medal on 64 a few days ago, ready to get home and unwind. 70 in the 55 work zone in fact. The bastard behind me never eased off my tail, so I frantically changed lanes with a scowl on my face. As he passed, he twirled around and nodded hello. I think he got the picture though cause my facial expression was a lot less friendly.
We hiked through the mud all day long Saturday at the Redneck Jamboree in the pouring freezing rain. As we were leaving the bottom after the drag race, some kid looked up at us and said, "Ya'll are from Louisa, I've seen ya'll before. Come on back this way, that's where the beer is! Are ya'll stayin the night? I gotta work Sunday and I'm stayin!" Robert looked back and Jessica and I and said, "Yeah, it's hard work at McDonalds!"
Aunt B turned 60 and opened her gift from one of her friends last night. If you could've only seen her face as she pulled out a striped thong and exclaimed, "I'd have a lot hang out of that!"
People have such mystery, I just happen to take the liberty of trying to figure it out. I won't pry, but I let myself get lost in thought over it.
Why in the world did that woman pair up that clothing ensamble?! He really sees nothing wrong with having his ass hang out of his jeans? I don't even want to know how he fits everything into those pants. ...okay, there's some things the world may never know.
