I am flexible, I are
The phone rang yesterday afternoon at 12:30. It was my mother wanting to know if I’d be ready at 3:15 instead of 3:45. Huh?
“Didn’t you get my message?” she asked.
“Yeah, and I called you right back.”
“No. After that.”
“Uh, no. I looked at the phone after I got home from coffee, saw the message icon but figured I forgot to erase the first one.”
She had called 20 minutes after changing Thanksgiving to Thursday to say she’d changed it back to Sunday at 3:45. (See? I come by my ADD honestly.)
So I got my seasonal laundry done after all, (the stuff that gets all unbalanced in the spin dry which would be a pain in the ass to monitor here.) Ate turkey. Talked with my niece who decided she didn’t like Florida and moved back here without completing the semester. Brought home chocolate cake. Yum.
Now I have two days off again this week. What will I do?
