I woke up early this morning, so I could write a blog post. I was feeling optimistic, even though I didn’t have a thing to write about. I would have, if a certain baby boy had made an appearance, but since he didn’t, I was just going to have to give it a shot in the dark. As I was brushing my teeth, CGMan reminded me I was to run him to the airport so he could pick up his rental car for his trip to Pittsburg. I knew I was to do that, but right now? Really? I hadn’t even had my coffee yet. He was all, “Sorry, didn’t I tell you I had to be there by 7? And oh, by the way, can you run me to my office after we get back, so I can do some work before I go?”
Understand, there is no parking at his office, this is why he rides the bus, which must not be running today, you know Tuesday, since he needs me to take him. Fine. And because the busses apparently aren’t running on a random Tuesday, I will need to be available to pick him up. Whenever. At that point, I decide I’m not going to be able to write a blog post today. Because I am a shuttle service. My morning routine of coffee, news, blog reading and blog writing is now a fleeting fantasy.
I skip coffee to get dressed. As I drive him to the airport, he tells me I must go to the rental car return area, aka Garage A, for him to pick up his car. ??? I don’t really believe you pick up a rental car at the return area, but rather than
stick a pen in his eye argue, I head that way. At the entrance, I pass a large sign that reads No personal cars in the garage. Rental cars only. He says, “Oh never mind about that, this is where I need to pick up my car.” It might not have occurred to him that the directions for picking up the car, in Garage A, was for people coming in on a flight and the check-in desk was at the top of Garage A. You know, next to the arrivals area. Where is that ballpoint?
After giving him a drop, I head to the exit, where I have to stop at the gate where you show your rental agreement, so you can leave with your rental car. The security woman steps out, glances at what is obviously my really red personal car and gives me that look. You know the one. "WTH?” So I roll down my window, give her my most charming smile and say Yes, this is my car, but my dumb husband told me to pull in here anyway, so he could pick up his rental car. At that, she laughed and winked at me. Then she told me she liked the color of my car and to have a nice day. She must be married. Or gay.
We come home and I wait while he gets ready to go to his office. And wait. Rather than sit at my computer pondering what I might possibly write about since there is nothing newsworthy going on, like a baby’s birth day, I puttered around the kitchen. I was thinking about putting Christmas decorations up tomorrow. I had actually planned on doing it today, but the whole shuttle service thing threw that out of whack. And that was even before I knew about having to go to his office, which is only a mile and a half from here, but let me tell you, there is TRAFFIC in the morning, on that mile and a half. City traffic. Both ways.
Anyway, when I put up decorations, I have a system. It is definitely something that needs to be done with no distractions to disrupt the flow. That’s why I do it when CGMan is out of town. He
tells me it’s too early disrupts my flow. We have company coming next week and a Christmas party a couple days after they leave, so it really must be done now. Seriously. Quit snorting. I mean it!
I know you all think I put up Christmas decorations in November because I am that crazy Christmas lady,
which is true, but I usually have a legitimate reason. Okay, maybe more justifying than legitimate, but whatever.
Finally, CGMan comes down the stairs and guess what? He is not dressed and ready to go to his office. He has now decided he is not going to go his office. ‘ofiwrane;jefiupftewN’dafv[gtwihbpvo4qnew That was me, thumping my head on my laptop. He has decided to pack up and head down the road. He trots back up the stairs to get ready (what was he getting ready for all this time??) while I sit here, having had a half a cup of coffee and no blog. He has thrown me so far off my schedule this morning, I’ll be out of whack all day.
Maybe if I have another cup of coffee, I’ll be able to think of something to write about. I head to the kitchen to find the coffee pot empty. Whatever he was doing upstairs all this time, he was drinking all the coffee while doing it. It is probably a very good thing he got out of Dodge when he did. I’m feeling a tad
murderous snarky all of a sudden.
You can thank him for today’s lack of a blog post.
Now, excuse me while I go make myself a pot of coffee and don’t put up the Christmas decorations because my flow has been f***ed up.