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About two minutes from my front door, it hit me that we were going to be having family over today, since in a few days we're off for our big huge trip. More on that when it gets closer.
Kelly's parents, Grandma Ruth Ann and Grandpa Rudy, along with, you guessed it, Meghan. I've grown to be able to stand her a bit more, I have to understand I probably had that annoying sort of behavior when I was her age as well, she'll grow out of it, and then she'll probably be my favorite cousin. Nah, I don't play favorites, I just treat some better depending on how they act. Hey, it's what you're supposed to do when you're one of the oldest. I've earned it.
So I got the low down from my parents when I got home. Kelly was going to be off soon to pick them up from the airport. Dad would get ready for work, I'd watch Sophia. When she got them back here, Kelly would be off for school, and I'd make sure they were all right, and cook up some tamales for them, a little treat for the "country folk", who barely even see a Taco Bell when they get out of town.
Everything was fine until Meghan's mom, my Aunt Becky, started calling and calling to see if they had gotten there. I remember Kelly said earlier about how pestery she gets with Meghan and my grandparents, how they can't even s**t without Becky being there. Eventually, she had something worth talking about. Apparently, they grabbed the wrong luggage bag from someone else on the flight. Now, that sounds kinda dumb, but here's the thing. To help distinguish your bags from someone else's, usually people put colored tags or ribbons on them. They did that, and it was a pink ribbon, so that was a good idea at the time, you know, who else is gonna have a pink ribbon? Some other lady it seems, and they each grabbed one of the other's bags.
So we decided on this plan. Meghan and Grandma would watch Sophia, while Kelly took Grandpa and I to the Stardust to get my dad's car on the way for Kelly to get to her classes, since it was Thursday. Then we'd take Dad's car to the airport, explain the mix-up, get the bags back, and then head home. The whole process took a while, because of some "technical difficulties".
I was kinda getting pissed off, because it seemed like no matter what we were doing, Grandpa thought he could handle everything and he would just ask me to wait there for him. We went to the Stardust, it was "wait outside while I get the keys from your dad". When we couldn't find my dad's car in the parking lot, it was "wait here while I go find him". When we got to the airport to return the luggage, it was "wait here while I go get the bags." It was like, "Umm...who lives here again? This is why it's taking 2 hours to get everything done." Lo and behold it worked out in the end, and everything was fine, the lady wasn't too pissed, she was from city with a "P" in Indiana from her luggage tag. I'll admit I was tempted to look through her things, but I told myself how I would feel.
So yeah, after my "after-school special" lesson was learned, we finally made it home, ate some tamales, and gorged on "still have leftover" cake. (Someone come over and help us eat it, we need like the Marines to come over or something.) I'm writing this up, looking through Gaia, and everyone else is watching, "So You Think You Can Dance?" It's American Idol for dancers, and I'll be damned if the producers for Fox didn't waste any time with their programming, AI barely finished yesterday night. That reminds me, I was so angry yesterday, I fell asleep during the last commercial break for Top Chef, and I never found out who won. I guess I could just check the BravoTV website, but I'd rather watch the episode itself. crying
Edible Substance · Fri May 26, 2006 @ 05:40am · 0 Comments |
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