But, one of my BFF's called yesterday to say she's cookin' a kid and I gotta say, if anyone deserves a little, it's her. For all the time I've known her, she's wanted nothing more than to have a screeching child to chase around. Bless her heart, she's watched countless nieces and nephews be born, and she's never once shown petty jealously, unlike me.
Rae is one of those people that's really, really nice. if I didn't actually know her, I'd probably spend a lot of time disliking her because she's so nice and sweet. I don't think I've ever heard her gossip, and I've only seen her mad once, and that was after a bad breakup when she was talking about stealing and torching her ex's car.....that she paid for.
Of course, that's all water under the bridge now. She's like the always optimistic gal who's incredibly successful, has landed herself a hottie husband that drives for UPS and she's got the cutest little house in the 'burbs.
Now that I'm writing out all these redeeming qualities, it kind of makes me wonder what she sees in me; maybe I'm her secret alter ego that she just never lets out of the bag.
Anyway.....how's the weekend shaking up? Last nite, we took the kid to Margarita's for a belated birthday dinner. Apparently, the boy taking her out to breakfast the morning of her birthday, plus the overnight hotel slumber party with 6 friends, and the 6 weeks of horseback riding we bought for her as a gift weren't enough; can anyone say "spoiled?"
I tried to explain to her that Margarita's would be incredibly busy on a Friday nite at 7 o'clock, but she'd hear nothing of it. So we went, and we waited. And, we were lucky enough to be standing right in front of a couple that had a screaming child. And they were those parents that wouldn't take the damn kid out of the place.
We're not talking an occasional scream, we're talking full on, terrorizing type screaming to the point where the father was covering his mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle the ear-drum bursting decibel level. I'm pretty sure my ears started to bleed a little.
I, being the really nice person I am, wanted to turn around and be like, "If you can't shut that damn kid up I'm going to haul him out of here by his toenails and duct tape him to the top of my car." Of course, before I could turn around and utter the words, the boy flicked me and said, "Don't even think about it."
Call me crass, but for Christ's sake, when your kid is screaming in a restaurant and you are subjecting countless other victims to the misery that you choose to inflict upon yourself, do everyone a favor and just leave. Or at least take the kid outside. Or, give him a drink. A little peach margarita would have shut him right up.
See, this directly relates back to the Rae friendship; she would have whipped out her Anthropologie apron and pulled some treats out of her magic bag of goodies. She would have cooed a little, maybe even invented a quick game or two so the kid would be pre-occupied and stop screaming. She's good like that.
I, on the other hand, just resented the hell out of the little beast.
Um, so that was our Friday. Today, I'm working on finishing up my manuscript (still....and yes, I was still working on it last weekend too) and trying to also complete the suitcase that my friend Ms. Sarah (who owns Ms. Lulu's) asked me for about 6 months ago. She saw Syd's and wanted a little piece of the action for herself.......however, I seem to be having a creative block" primarily because I don't want her to get the suitcase and be like "What the hell is this piece of shit?"
That's it. I'm going to head back down to the basement and play with some more spray adhesive now.....have a great weekend!!
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