Posted on | July 12, 2012 | 6 Comments
After posting about my awesome morning, the day just kept getting more and more hilarious to the point that I just gave up, bought a six pack and waited to get struck by lightening. Honestly. Because once I changed clothes it turned out that the skirt I put on was too short for a mediation so I had to change again. I went home at lunch to change for the second time and to set off a bug bomb in my house. Only I set off the bug bomb first… which made it impossible to stay in the house long enough to change clothes.
So I thought that was the perfect excuse to do a little shopping. I headed over to the mall and ran in Talbots (Seriously, I used to think Talbots was an old lady store and now I’m all OHMYGOD TALBOTS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH… which means they got awesome or I got old). Talbots let me down, but luckily there’s a White House Black Market just across the way, so I hauled it over there in my too short skirt and hooker heels because yes, actually, that is precisely what you should wear as a woman getting ready to go to a settlement mediation and argue with men for more money.
I stepped into the store and, like a curse from the gods…
THE POWER TO THE ENTIRE SHOPPING CENTER WENT OUT.
Like, not just the store. The whole shopping center.
Luckily, the store clerks understood my plight and they let me stay and try on clothes while the rest of the center was locking doors to prevent, I don’t know, looting? Mid-day?
So I found a super cute dress, cut the tags, put it on and marched up to the counter to pay.
Card Declined again.
The tags are off. The dress is ON MY BODY.
And inexplicably, Bank of America is not making my transfer between accounts instant but is marking it “pending.” Finally I crossed my fingers and slid a credit card through and was the proud owner of a suitable mediation dress.
By the time I stopped for lunch, I had fifteen minutes to shovel in a burrito before my mediation and shovel I did. In the first good thing to happen all day, nothing spilled on my new dress and I made it to the mediation on time.
Only to find out that opposing counsel was stuck in Atlanta and we had to reschedule.
So there’s that.
But I suppose all of that in one day means the rest of the week will be swell? Maybe? This morning, J announced that he needed to go get more money in the bank because we didn’t have enough… so maybe I’m doing a bang up job teaching him how to save money. Though he followed it up by saying he wanted us to have more money so he could go to the toy store and I could go buy more dresses… so maybe not.
But my weekend is shaping up to be pretty stinking interesting, to be honest. J has the weekend with his grandparents and I’ve got a date with on Saturday with “Professor”, and a tentative date with “Styles” on Sunday. And I like both of them. I’ve never been a “dater” where I go out with more than one man at a time… it just doesn’t seem fair. So I’m trying to be all up front and honest about seeing other people but not too honest because I don’t want to come across like a whore. Plus also, in a fit of awesome, my legs and arms are covered in poison from my yard so I look like a leper. The boys will come a running!
Oh dating. You so complete me.