I truly thought about cancelling Tuesday but being Super Tuesday in our nation I didn't think that would be one of my better ideas...
It actually started Monday afternoon when my baldness was discovered by my hairdresser and I now sport a buzz cut that would be the envy of any military man. Apparently radioactive iodine used in the treatment of thyroid cancer really does a number on your hair. And I was thanking God it wasn't chemo so I wouldn't go bald...A few years ago, in my outfit matching-freak state, I had a ballcap in every color--yellow, turquoise, one denim with a dachsie and rainbow on the front, pink, red, black...you name it. I was the coordinated chic from head to toe. And then the cap phase passed....I just drug out my collection again this morning and it's a black one on top of my head today. It just seems to be the color of the day because...
at 1 a.m. this morning my phone rings with my 21 year-old daughter's ringer. Everyone of importance is assigned a ringer so I know immediately who is calling(Hallie, I'm working on yours...there are so many choices :-) ) The kids also know I take my Ambien CR at 9 every night and about an hour and a half later I'm in dream land NOT to be woken up unless death is involved. I answered the phone to a hysterical Kiereney saying she was going to be arrested for having a suspended driver's license. Seems there were a couple of Virginia tickets she never paid off so they suspended her license. Now I know why she hadn't bothered getting an Illinois license yet. I suspected this and told her under NO CIRCUMSTANCES was she to drive the Jeep I lent her sister or her brother's car. But what in the hell do I know?!?!?
Unless she could hand the State Policeman $100 she was going in. I said, "Have fun." along with a litany that mentioned the words "I TOLD YOU..." and said bye and hung up. I get a call back about 20 minutes later that the policeman followed them(her sister was in the Jeep with her but seems she had a panic attack so Kiereney HAD to take over the driving....it's called pull over in a parking lot, deal with the panic attack and then resume driving, NOT let an unlicensed driver drive. And this is the almost 31-year-old daughter) to their dad's and Stepmom had $100 in cash that they forked over(mean mom that I am even if I could have sent her the money, I wouldn't have...you play, you pay.) and she has a court date in March. Save it for Oprah as daughter, I'm done. You made your bed and I hope it's comfy.
So who could go back to sleep after a 1 a.m. phone call where you thought death was going to be the subject.
Cloudburst came this morning after Roger left. What kind of parent has a child that does this stupid crap? I blew it somewhere along the way and the dachsies have resorted to a lifeboat to steer away from Mom's tears.
So in picking myself up and dusting myself off, I head to the kitchen to load the dishwasher and drop a glass that shattered everywhere---in the dishwasher, on the floor.
Sigh...I cleaned that up and came in here to work. I can't WAIT to see what happens next in my world...I'll probably break a leg walking to cast my vote today.
Hope Tuesday is being kinder to each of you.
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