Well, This is a backdated entry about Thursday the 11th, and how it could possibly take the cake as the worst day this year.
Karey & I left Marblehead last Saturday to hit Parma and fix laptops (Which we did, hung with Steve, saw his new car stereo system, made dennys run). Sunday we hung around Parma and Karey & Holly went dress shopping, T & I went computer part buying for his rebuild of his sister’s PC. Monday we went to lunch wtih Mom and then went down to PA. Tuesday we woke up a bit late, hung out with Trella (Went to wing night, I almost got sick from too many wings… ;0 ), came home, went hottubbing, had fun. Wednesday we took Trella home and just hung out back at Karey’s house (I napped a bit in the afternoon). Karey’s mom made tacos with stew meat which she tried to pass off as steak 😉
Anyway, Thursday we were scheduled to leave. We had to get karey’s deed to her car Noterized so that Karey can eventually register it in Ohio. I woke up around 11, Karey around 12. I wanted to leave Burgettstown around 3 since my mom was preparing a big dinner and wanted to eat with
us (I also had to stop in parma to get a web server, old earth!). Karey’s mom didn’t get home until 12:50, instead of 12, and we went out then. The notary was closed, so we went to eat until he returned at 2. Karey & I had eaten, so we just had a light lunch at Eatn’ park. We went back to the notary at 2 and I waited in the car. When Karey & her mom got back, I saw it… The damn notary had written “Gift” in as the purchase price without even asking Karey or Sue (So sue says) anything other than “Are you related?”. Gift means assessed tax value on the bluebook of Karey’s car. SHIT. I kinda blew up in the car, with Sue not even saying something back (Something I’ve never seen her do). I told them a few times in the previous days to make sure that this didn’t happen. I was pissed. I ended up pissing Karey off. She got really mad at me, and when I saw how hurt she was, I felt like crap. We went back home, and started packing around 3:15, me hoping to leave by 3:30 so we could be home by 6 like I told mom.
We didn’t leave till 4:15. I was even more pissed at Karey for not caring about time enough to be ready, and then I was pissed at myself for being pissed at her. Oreo was pissed at us both for taking her home (She’s not a good travelling kitty) and Karey needed Gas. We got off the highway at the friggin West Point exit on 11 and had to drive a good 10 miles to fin
d Gas even though the sign said it was right off the highway. All in all, we didn’t get into Parma until 7 or so, and Mom was upset that we were late, but thankfully not too upset. We ate dinner (Really tender chicken, artichokes, BLT pasta salad) and then hung out there for a bit, debating if we wanted to head home. We had a meeting with Fr. Jim on Friday at 1 (Which went OK, we did the FOCCUS thing – ooo bubble forms), so we decided it would be too much of a tight squeeze to get home Friday morning. We packed up, kitty and all, and headed out around 8:15. About an hour into our trip, we were preparing to get off the Turnpike. I asked Karey where her purse was (Where we had just relocated her Turnpike card since it was bent to hell) and she told me behind her seat. I looked, it wasn’t there. I called her cell, and my mom called me – we’d left it on the kitchen table. Perfect way to end the day. We got home tired and stressed since we’d been at each other all day. Funny, since I’m backdating this, it will look like I wrote this before it ever happened – at 6:53 AM on Thursday!
So it may have been the worst day of 2005, barring anything worse happening in the next few months. last year’s worst day has an entry somewhere here, perhaps I should start marking these as memories to make me appreciate the good days. On a side note, Sue lost her wallet last week when she was up and they found it
a few days later at the marathon. She swears she didn’t leave it in the store, she left it in her purse (She REMEMBERS doing this). Since Karey REMEMBERED putting her purse behind her seat since she’d done it so many times before, this is more proof that false memories do indeed exist… 🙂
Today (Sunday) T & H come up to the lake to hang, bringing Karey’s purse and some most excellent DVDs with Windows on them. Next week I plan on rebuilding my windows boxes, and may make a trip back home to do some Data Center Stuff with Paul. Maybe I can convince Karey to come along – after all, she can go to Catans 🙂