Yesterday I was looking forward all day to getting together with a local friend that I haven’t seen since early December. We were going to enjoy some food, wine, and craft together. I was excited! (this is old age)
Before I could enjoy a relaxing night with her, I had to get through my hectic day. Work was crazed and I had to rush straight to a salon appointment to fix my heinous roots. I then popped into the liquor store to pick up some wine and sped home to tidy up. For some reason, my day had exhausted me but I was ready to pull it together and have a fun night. (this is old age)
I had 20 minutes to clean up the kitchen, set the table, make some appetizers, take Maggie out, and put on some music. Phew! With a little sweat, I was able to get everything ready. My craft date friend was due to arrive in about 4 minutes, so I sat down and texted my other friend, informing her that I would not be watching Pretty Little Liars live so to not text me about it. We take this very seriously. (this is old age)
Those four minutes passed. And then another 10. I sat and twiddled my thumbs. I hate when people are late. I just sit there thinking of all the things I COULD be doing. Pretty soon she was 30 minutes late. I was annoyed. (this is old age)
30 minutes is my usual “Ok, I’ve waited long enough I better call and see if she’s okay”. But something stopped me. My gut told me to check my email first.
That’s when I found out that she was due to come over TOMORROW, not tonight. My mind is officially lost.
Yep, this is old age! Folks, it’s all down hill from here!
At least I can watch Pretty Little Liars and live text to my BFF about it. Oh, and there’s wine. Here’s to turning 31 in one month!