So, at 5:30 this morning my phone rings, it's HFB, she's coming over to fix breakfast and wanted me to go down and unlock the door. I told her where to stick it, but she's coming anyway. Door is unlocked. As I write this it is 7a.m., she's down stairs all pissed off cause I told her to go away. We are leaving about noon to head up to the district - I've got two days of meetings. She's planning two days shopping (Tyson's Corners may not live though her charge cards).
If I continue to piss her off it will mean 8 hours in the car with steam coming from the passenger seat. I have an idea, I'll drop her off at a rest stop.
Comment if you like, no more blogs till Monday.
dusty
