Ok, it hasn't been that long, but it seems like it.
After the "dog dying" incident, we told them to get ready, we'll be leaving for the mall soon. I had the dog kongs ready, and asked if everyone was ready, and they were, so I crated the dogs, came back upstairs, and found them in the kitchen, with B taking his pills, and M prattling on about who knows what. Um, I thought everyone was ready? Herd them into the truck.
On the way there, M asks where we were going (told her already), we tell her again, we're going to the apple store to buy a server. We explained our Alpaca reference, in that if the server wouldn't work, we were going to sell everything and start raising alpacas. Llamas? M says. "I hear that llamas can be violent". A.) we said alpacas, so I have no idea where llama came from, and b.) I couldn't help myself and said "A llama bit my sister once", then regretted it when she said "oh?"... luckily hubby changed the subject, but then M went on about THE STORY OF THE DASH HOUND.
THE STORY OF THE DASH HOUND
"Your great uncle Gus, who was brothers with Larry, who died before you were born (huh?) once got it into his head that he would make money breeding dash hound puppies. (before you beat your head in like me, she meant Dachshund, but said is Dash Hound, two words). Oh, that Gus had a heck of a time with that dash hound and he never got any puppies from her, and I think she lived longer than he did." Inner keening voice here.
We get to the mall and go to starbucks (of course), and here we get to hear about the special edition bears again. We also get to hear how the starbucks in Washington are much faster than the ones here, they have two lines and you never have to wait for anything, blah, blah, blah.
Get our drinks and off we go to the apple store, which had everything we needed, and a discounted server, wooohoo, so we got it all and then decided to head to a bookstore down the road.
B asks where the Naval Academy was. Um, down the road about a mile, but if you'd like to go, we can take you on a weekday, not a weekend when its crowded. Nooo, that's ok, you don't have to go out of your way for that. (He wants to go, he just won't say it, much like he was asking if the Marc trains went to DC and how long it would take to get there, he's dying to go touristing).
I mentioned that I had jury duty, and M breaks into her jury duty experience that was so offensive, I can't even repeat it, but felt compelled to turn around and beat her in her seat.
We get to the bookstore and find the books we wanted. M was nowhere to be found, so we told B we would wait for them outside and chainsmoke (ok, we left the chainsmoking part off). Hubby and I stood and talked about some of the outrageous things that come out of M's mouth and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, and finally we go inside, where they are waiting on us. Um... fine... ok.
We get home, and start unloading the truck. M asks if she can help with something, I saw no, that's ok. heavy and expensive server, expensive hard drive, expensive software, and she's juggling a half drunk mocha, I'll have to say no to that. She gets mad and huffs to the guest room when we all get inside. Whatever.
More later (much more).
Fridge total for the day:
1 open half can of pepsi from the day before
New item: carrot sticks with ranch dressing dip (refrigerate type) sat out for about 3 days now.
