Today I had coffee ready when I woke up, so big improvement.
I wore a pair of slacks that are a bit too big for me, so they grabbed on to my panty lines and would Not. Let. Go. There is nothing a Fortune 500 company loves more than employees walking around showing everyone the outlines of their hipsters. #professionalFail
Both Oldest and Youngest Daughters are in the high school musical, The Music Man, and they had a performance today for the 8th graders, sort of a soft opening. The challenge is that I work full time, and it’s about a 20-30 minute drive from work, depending on traffic. A lovely, wonderful woman I know offered to pick YD up from elementary school at 9:30 a.m. to get her over to the high school on time for the performance, saving me about an hour and a half from being gone from work. Little things mean a lot. And she bought YD a smoothie from Dunn Bros, so double bonus.
The Son is in 8th grade, and he gave the whole thing two thumbs up, said it’s a good show. Opening night is tomorrow, can’t wait! I get a little nervous, not only for the girls and for the show, but also because I’m around a bunch of grown ups, and I tend to put my foot in my mouth in public. It’s a problem. I actually have to rehearse things in my head to say to people so I don’t say things like, “Oh my gosh, I love your hooker shoes!” which I’ve actually said to someone and immediately got put on her shit list. I don’t blame her, they were $300 shoes. You’ve got to turn a LOT of tricks to buy $300 shoes. Or maybe just one, if you’re good.
When I got home from work, I asked YD how the show went, and she said, “Fine, can you buy me some sour cherry balls?” I was a little appalled – um, how about you answer my question without asking for things? But then they were stuck in my head. Cherry balls, cherry balls, cherry balls…
So of course, when I went out to take The Son to basketball, I bought some cherry balls.
I also went to Sams and bought $400 worth of concession food for the musical, which I’m hauling around in my van. I hope it doesn’t get too hot tomorrow, because I’ve heard that M&Ms don’t melt in your hand, but might in a van on a 60 degree day. Enjoy your chocolate sauce in a bag, fine arts patrons!
Stepping back a bit – tonight when I drove home from work, I saw a motorcycle accident. The southbound traffic on the interstate was backed up quite a ways, and the police had just arrived on the scene. The motorcyclist was on the ground, and three people were around him giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I passed the ambulance heading that way a few minutes later. First, prayers to that man and his family, I hope it ended up okay. Second, hello perspective check. If panty lines are the worst thing that happened today, I came out okay.