Bye Bye Bye
June 29, 2007
I’m heading up to see family for the weekend (change of plans - i’m still too sick to go) while Daren tears apart our laundry room and turns it into a 2nd bathroom all proper like. Right now it’s a laundry room with a toilet in it, which really has been handy for the Pavlovian thing going on with my bladder every time I do laundry. Washer starts, I need to pee, so I plop my ass down and before I know it, I’m multitasking. I know, I’m weird. That’s why you like me.
This (Next weekend) will be the first time I see Papa since the triple bypass, as I’ve been coughing from some weird virus and didn’t want to risk his fragile state. He is totally going to kick my ass for calling him fragile, but hopefully he will forgive me once he sees he is in my bio at Drool* that has made him internet famous. My grandparents are so cute how proud they are of the things I do online. He seriously will bookmark that page and show his friends. So adorable.
I’m bringing Matilda (the laptop) with us, and I hope there are hot spots to dial into so I can get my fix and possibly get some work done. Summer is kicking my ass and yesterday was only day two. I’m not sure about wireless in Retirement Town, Ontario, a place where garbage day is the highlight of the week. Papa calls it Heaven’s Waiting Room because everyone there is just waiting for their day to keel over.
The other day when I called Granny and Papa, I talked to Granny and then she shouted down for Papa to pick up the phone. After she hung up the extension, I asked him if he missed his whiskey. He laughed quietly and whispered, “I’m not supposed to, but I’m having one now.”
It instantly brought me back to when I was 15 and my Granny had gone out for the evening. I thought Papa was asleep in the rec room so I went out on the back deck and hid by the fence to sneak a cigarette. Next thing I knew, the patio door slid open and I heard him ask, “What are you doing?”
I looked at him, wide-eyed, and replied, “nothing,” and a cloud of smoke came out of my mouth.
“Get in the house and don’t tell your grandmother.”
We never spoke of it again. And now, my lips are sealed.
*I don’t have to pimp out my involvement in Drool, but the job is really fun so go see us there and comment on this stuff!
June 29th, 2007 at 4:40 pm
Ok, scare the life out of me, why dontcha? I see “Bye, Bye, Bye” on my RSS-feed and click it… and it shows “404 Error” or “You dont seem to have WP installed.” What the bleep? I thought you got crazy and erased the hole blog! Glad to see thats not the case though. *phews*
June 29th, 2007 at 5:08 pm
You will see everyone but me *sniff*
I wish you had warned me ages ago about this. Then I could have worked something into my weekend of going to Nifty’s trailer. But Nifty won’t wait to leave until after you get out in our neck of the woods, he wants to leave bright and early and you won’t get here til midday. Text me much k? I LOVE you!
By the way, WTF is with you naming the laptop? Thats a bit weird yo. And I’m gonna need that link for the website you bought it off of. I’ve got me a visa card coming in a couple weeks
just kidding lol I will buy it with my student money. I need a cheap new one though.
Love you lots
cousinsista!June 29th, 2007 at 6:41 pm
Jess (Sarcastica) - next weekend sista. For longer. Just be glad I didn’t name the laptop PITAC (Pain in the Ass Cousin)
June 29th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
man, that sucks about you not being able to go see Papa (there I go again with the suckage…must be freudian). I love the Matilda for the laptop though. Must be a story there….I just call mine PITA. Because I need a new one.
June 29th, 2007 at 9:42 pm
Oh, that’s a … bummer. (CPA Mom now has me paranoid about my use of the word “suck” and all it’s variations.)
My washer is in one of our bathrooms too & it certainly is convenient. Maybe we should put our dishwasher in there too.
June 30th, 2007 at 7:10 am
Haha…whatever Hungover Rover.
I think you should change your blog name again, to something more suitable… Hungover Rover.
And I told you, for the next 3 weekends in a row I have to camp with work. AHHHHHHH! Oh well, I suppose its better then having a 2 year old throw up in my bed first thing in the morning when I’m reallly hungover
LOVE YA!
June 30th, 2007 at 7:15 am
June 30th, 2007 at 8:51 am
Sounds like one cool grandpa you’ve got there. Probably a smart move, not bringing the sickness with ya.