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Monday, January 07, 2008
Sickness & Exhaustion Permeates Our Residence
We went out “partying” on Leigh-Ann’s birthday for sushi dinner. We topped off the night with Ilona’s arrest by a parking lot ninja (pictures soon to follow), but she charmed her way out of it with the old “I’ve got children waiting for me at home” expression. Okay, no wait, she didn’t. They didn’t care. Also, no arrest, but that would’ve been way more exciting than a shiny yellow boot strapped to her front tire because she accidentally parked in a mall management spot (on a Saturday night, when no management person in their right mind would’ve been at the mall...not to mention, they really don’t get such great parking spaces either, because my legal space was much closer than Ilona’s), which cost $40 to have removed. We did make a quick trip to the grocery store afterwards for some pet food and some dog water. Yes, our little dogs get bottled water, don’t yours? Okay, Phoenix gets it so we don’t ever have to pay for bladder stone surgery again, but still...spring water for the dogs. Anyway, to help end the night on a cheery note, after the three of us gave up every last dollar we had (they only take cash, the jerks!) to get Ilona’s car out of car jail, I found a $20 bill on the floor at the grocery store, and there wasn’t anyone around for me to ask if they dropped it, so I claimed it. I felt deserving.
Leigh-Ann woke up the next day (yesterday) very sick. In fact, she didn’t really exactly wake up until late late last night for a little bit. Luckily, I learned how to take care of all the pets while she was gone, so I made myself useful and took care of everyone. The birds got a little more junk food than they normally get, but I’m sure they got more nutrition than I did. Well, I did eat carrots & Hidden Valley Ranch Buttermilk dressing, so my eyesight won’t suffer. But anyway, she’s been suffering from a nasty cold, which we thought was better, but has gotten worse, and I’m suffering from mental & physical exhaustion. Well, mostly my back is killing me. Cricket’s injured back means that she has to be carried up & down the stairs these days. My back has said “Ow!”
New Year’s resolutions and pictures & details from Ilona’s Really Terrible Very Bad Parking Night. A tantalizing teaser.
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Gotta love the parking lot Nazis. I parked too long at a friend’s apartment once and they stickered Dad’s car. The darn thing had the nastiest glue! I discovered Desolvs-It, which is the same as Goo Gone. I can’t stand the smell, but it takes off almost any sticker.
I once accidentally parked in the pizza delivery guy’s reserved space. We came out as the tow truck was about to lift my car onto the flatbed. I called something brilliant like, “Hey, that’s my car!” Luckily, I got it back for free. Ah, the joys of parking.
Victor Tabbycat's Mom on 01/08 at 10:10 AM
