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A Twisted Day In The Life Of...
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When I woke up this morning I expected that my day would be filled with hours of mindless web-surfing and CSI reruns on Spike TV, but I was proven pleasantly wrong.
S had seemed to be giving me the run-around the last couple days, setting times to get in some driving practice and then backing out at the last minute (or later). I called him this morning and told him that it wasn't a big deal if he didn't want to take me driving but that my kitty was out of food and I needed to go to the grocery store if he was up for a taxi call (he runs a "designated driver" thingy locally). It turned out that I was just being paranoid about him avoiding me, and we drove around for awhile. He got new front tires, so his van was easier to steer which threw me for a loop since I had gotten used to having to keep correcting my course. I feel like I'm getting better. I have about a month and a half to buy a car and pass my driver's test.
D and I spent a little while cleaning the living room, preparing for Kevin's 18-day visit, and Danielle's tentative 3-day stay. They both know that I am from a family of slobs and don't seem to mind the mess much, but I still like to try and tidy up a bit before I have company over.
I only watched an hour of CSI and couldn't concentrate. I kept wandering out into the kitchen to throw something away or fetch a bottle of water from the refrigerator, only to find myself sidetracked and sweeping the floor around the litter box or wiping down the counters and the stove. I was in the middle of grating cheese and chopping fresh basil for a breakfast-scramble dinner when one of my other sisters showed up.
C just got a new (to her) 2001 Pontiac Grand Am and wanted to show it off. She also wanted to get drunk tonight, so I seized the opportunity to get behind the wheel of something other than a big old Chevy van and offered to be her designated driver. The front-end on her car is longer than the van so parking was a little interesting, but it was so much nicer to drive. I have a feeling that it will be hard to keep me in one spot once I have a car of my own.
My intention was to just post something quick to satisfy my feeling of guilt at not having written an entry in a couple days, but as usual I ended up having more to say than I figured I would. What can I say? I ramble a lot.
