Dreadful
Today’s the day with The Ponies. If Hoss would just make a damn decision, this wouldn’t have to be difficult.
Hoss: “Did you want to pick them up from school?”
Me: “Didn’t you say you were gonna drop ‘em off here?”
Hoss: *sigh* “Well, yeah, I didn’t know if….”
Yeah, after you said that you would drop them off at my house, I changed my mind and decided I would rather truck my ass over to Berkley to get them. I’m doing this for free, let’s remember. And if you really needed me to pick them up from school, you could have asked. But you didn’t.
Me: “What time should I expect them?”
Hoss: “Well they get out of school at 11:30. Maybe more like 11:45.”
Me: “Soooo that means 12:00? 12:30?”
Hoss: *sigh* “Yeah, I suppose.”
Me: “Are they gonna need to eat when they get here?”
Hoss: “Yeah, I guess so. Should I send them a lunch?”
Me: “Either lunch or lunch money.”
Hoss: *sigh* “I guess I can find time to get them a lunch together.”
Um, if this were a regular school day (and not a half day which is why I’m watching them in the first place) you’d have to provide lunch in some way, so don’t fuckin’ act put out. They were with their father last night, so it’s not even like you “didn’t have time” to fix ‘em up something. And those girls eat too damn much. I am not tryinna take ‘em to McDonald’s on my dime. And do not even get me started about the lunch money and her horrendously poor financial management skills. I thought I made some careless money decisions.
Me: “So what time do you think you’ll be back, so if we go out I’ll know when to be back?”
Hoss: “Well, it’ll be all afternoon.”
Me: “Okay, so a ballpark time is what? Late afternoon? Early evening?”
Hoss: “Well, it’ll be most of the afternoon.”
Me: “Are we talking 4:00 or 6:00 or…?”
Hoss: *sigh* “I guess it’ll be more like 6:00.”
Now was that so fucking difficult? You know what time your appointment is and you know court closes at the same time every day. Let’s use some deductive reasoning here. Of course this is from a grown ass woman who called her parents to go downtown with her to find the courthouse. They don’t know where the courthouse is any better than she does, and it’s not like they’re gonna protect her from something (and not like she needed to be scared to go down there anyway). She can’t Mapquest the shit like everyone else does? Or call and ask for directions?
I might take ‘em to see The Lion King at the IMAX theater. Emmles and I had promised to take them for Xmas, but it’s proving to be logistically difficult for Emmles to come home from school to do it, so I might be a good big sister and relieve her from duty.
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January 23rd, 2003 at 5:38 pm
So “Mapquest” is a verb now, kind of like “Google?” I never knew. I like it, I like it!!
January 23rd, 2003 at 11:47 pm
From that whole story, you took away Mapquest as a verb…?
January 24th, 2003 at 10:49 am
LOL, sorry! Since I’ve heard Hoss stories before, nothing about it really surprised me (though it *did* crack me up – my favorite: “I am not tryinna take ‘em to McDonald’s on my dime.”).
Then like 5 minutes after I read it, was like “wait a minute,” read it again, and said “she used Mapquest as a verb – cool!”