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Last week (Thursday to be exact) I was forced to get out of bed at the ungodly hour of eight in the morning (shut it, I don't want to hear it) so that I could get up and put on makeup and shave the legs (again) and be waiting for the Captain to come pick me up between ten and ten thirty so that we could go to the second stupid Army picnic in less than seven days.
Perhaps I should have used some commas in that sentence, but that sentence does not deserve commas because it is a bad, bad thing.
Anywho, I got up, I carefully got ready, and then I sat around waiting.
And waiting.
Also, waiting.
Ten thirty comes and goes and Captain has not shown up nor has he called. The "picnic" is supposed to start at eleven, and he still had to come home and change and then we had to drive across town (several of them actually, as we live in a giant mosh pit of suburbs all around the bigger city) and pick up a friend AND THEN go to this "picnic".
Notice my "ironic" use of ""s around picnic?
TEN FORTY FIVE, they finally let Captain out of the meeting that was supposed to end at ten, and he obviously does not have time to swing home before he has to report at this "picnic" that starts at eleven. But, he reassures me, he will make an appearance and then get permission to come home to get me (and the friend) so we - his family - can go to the "picnic" that was specifically for family.
Except for the part where they don't let him leave.
All of the events and things they had planned for this family gathering apparently fell through so all they had was some boxes of pizza and some soldiers standing around the motor pool, AND they refused to let Captain come home to get me because they said they would be ending the pizza not-a-picnic very, very early and by the time he drove home and back it would be over.
So, I got up and got dressed for nothing. Our friend got up and got spiffy for nothing.
I? Was not amused.
I went back to bed.
BUT THEN... Oh, friends, THEN it got BETTER!
BETTER BY A FACTOR OF A BAJILLION!
Because Saturday, Captain and I went to Zoo Atlanta (The Atlanta zoo, just in case the stupid name they go by threw you) and I saw GIANT PANDAS! TWO OF THEM! LIVE! IN PERSON! PANDAS!
Can you tell I'm still giddy about that?
On the way home from the zoo I pretty much called most of the people in my phone directory, and texted a few others, just to let them know about the pandas.
Also, there were otters.
The fourth was spent in the house, running a Star Wars RPG session for some friends, and listening to the neighbors blow crap up in the streets.
Perhaps I should have used some commas in that sentence, but that sentence does not deserve commas because it is a bad, bad thing.
Anywho, I got up, I carefully got ready, and then I sat around waiting.
And waiting.
Also, waiting.
Ten thirty comes and goes and Captain has not shown up nor has he called. The "picnic" is supposed to start at eleven, and he still had to come home and change and then we had to drive across town (several of them actually, as we live in a giant mosh pit of suburbs all around the bigger city) and pick up a friend AND THEN go to this "picnic".
Notice my "ironic" use of ""s around picnic?
TEN FORTY FIVE, they finally let Captain out of the meeting that was supposed to end at ten, and he obviously does not have time to swing home before he has to report at this "picnic" that starts at eleven. But, he reassures me, he will make an appearance and then get permission to come home to get me (and the friend) so we - his family - can go to the "picnic" that was specifically for family.
Except for the part where they don't let him leave.
All of the events and things they had planned for this family gathering apparently fell through so all they had was some boxes of pizza and some soldiers standing around the motor pool, AND they refused to let Captain come home to get me because they said they would be ending the pizza not-a-picnic very, very early and by the time he drove home and back it would be over.
So, I got up and got dressed for nothing. Our friend got up and got spiffy for nothing.
I? Was not amused.
I went back to bed.
BUT THEN... Oh, friends, THEN it got BETTER!
BETTER BY A FACTOR OF A BAJILLION!
Because Saturday, Captain and I went to Zoo Atlanta (The Atlanta zoo, just in case the stupid name they go by threw you) and I saw GIANT PANDAS! TWO OF THEM! LIVE! IN PERSON! PANDAS!
Can you tell I'm still giddy about that?
On the way home from the zoo I pretty much called most of the people in my phone directory, and texted a few others, just to let them know about the pandas.
Also, there were otters.
The fourth was spent in the house, running a Star Wars RPG session for some friends, and listening to the neighbors blow crap up in the streets.
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I hate that zoos have become so expensive, but I don't begrudge them quite so much as other things (like Six Flags - which is waaaay too expensive to go to now), since I know that taking care of the animals is expensive.
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I did, however, happily donate two dollars to the panda fund, to help them pay next year's half a million dollar leasing fee to China.