Whelp, someone should be showin' up tomorrow afternoon to LOOK at the fridge. And then we'll see.
I pulled out of the school parking lot at 11:07 p.m. last night. I showed up around 4:30 p.m. as my first stop on the way home from Pocatello. School is like a Black Hole that sucks all of your time and attention. I believe I cried twice last night--once in the workroom and once in my classroom. I'm still recovering from missing the week before. Even Mary-Ann said goodbye to me at 7:20 p.m.
Dating the Ranger this weekend included dinner at Applebee's, crashing whilst he watched football, doing our finances in the hotel room yesterday morning, lunch at Ruby Tuesday's...and that's it. We tried to go swimming, but there were school buses at the hotel and sure enough, the pool area was a nightmare. We are both so tired. I won't see him again until October.
My nephew was crowned Homecoming King.
My second stop on the way home from Pocatello was the grocery store. Because I offered to make a dessert that does not require refrigeration. Because someone invited me to dinner today (YAY!). Because they feel sorry for me that I don't have a fridge. Texted my husband at 11:53 p.m. last night that "I finally made it home from Pocatello."
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