“I would go back in time to when socks were called foot sweaters” - Mrs. Slowsky
I had to sticky note all the clocks in my little corner of the office. I didn’t realize how many time informants there are in here until today. It’s annoying. Time in Alexandria is on standstill and it’s not cool. Today should have been a shorter day however it is getting longer by the minute. I took a half day because I had to go to the doctor this morning. I had an MRI of my shoulder taken this morning which was on the same obnoxious level as having a jack hammer going off in your ear.
I got home and Karen was “fixing the computer” which are three words that should never be used when talking about my mom, unless prefaced by “I had a nightmare. Mom was fixing the computer”. She plugs in the modem to the wrong port and the external hard drive flew sparklers and itself across the room. I stood in the doorway not at all surprised. Its actually irony at its finest because the hard drive contained only pictures. (Its God’s way of saying “take too many, and I will smite you”.) So now aside from a giant hole in the wall and little singe marks on the carpet where the experimental July fourth celebration took place, “all is well”. Or so says mom and J.K. Rowling. (However, I have my doubts in both cases.)
To help mom get over her little mishap and to stall me from returning to work we went to breakfast at the pancake place in town. Upon leaving the restaurant and returning to the car we noticed a gentleman sitting on the bumper of the car. (Now mom being shy and very uneasy around strangers?? Decided to say nothing, she wanted to wait and see if he moved) While I wanted to be late to work, I had no intention of following this young man’s schedule in doing so. So I asked him to move: nicely. His reply:
“nah baby, I’m fine”
“fabulous”
Mom and I got in and I put it in reverse and he jumped off that bumper like a pop tart burning in the toaster. Mean while my mom is yelling at me about how I could have killed him and how many years in the pen I would be doing if he didn’t get off in time. But honestly when you’re 16 you’re invincible so he really could have stayed seated, gotten run over (twice), and still survived. I have no idea what time it is but I’m hoping its somewhere around 5:30.
P.S. And while this is an old song I know, Is anyone else creeped out by James Blundt’s “I will never be with you” I keep hearing it and it IS time you face the truth you will never be with her, you stalker.
