I had to go for my cervical smear this morning. I fecking hate it but I make myself go. Ladies, also and too, make yourselves go. I have no photo for this event.
Then daughter needed her orthodontist checkup. Went smoothly.
Then daughter had to be driven to her driving lesson. WTF? I thought these people were meant to pick you up. Meanwhile, I had made an appointment for the vet, for Ali. While daughter was driving, I went shopping, only to realise half way around the shop, that I had no cash and this place didn’t take credit cards.
Dumped the groceries and had to dash over for cash. Got the groceries eventually and retrieved daughter.
Got home, cancelled vet appointment as hubby pointed out that Ali was a hypochondriac, which she is, and he wasn’t paying another 60 euro for her shenanigans.
Cleaned the kitchen and grouted the tiles for a friend of hubbys who is hosting a beer tasting for charity and came over to discuss it. They were into technical stuff. There was a joke at the beginning of the evening about hanging his coat on the door. My husband thinks this is funny because all of a sudden he has taken to hanging his coat over the door. He knows I fecking hate it. I grab the coat with a venom and fling it in some direction. This is true rage.
So hubby did the next best thing, and hung this poor man’s coat at the end of the stairs. What is it with men and hanging things up?
Of course, 23 yr old came in and decided to be incognito, but wanted to shake his protein drink after the gym. The lid blew off and the innards spilled all over this poor man’s lovely wool coat.
This was about 2 minutes into the beer tasting!
Son calls me for help. Wash cloths are employed.
I had to fess up.
A wool coat and a protein mixture could get rather sour on a warm day.
I think I will go to bed now.