Guess who's coming to dinner? I mean, to town? For a visit? My mama! I am so super excited. I cannot tell who is more excited, her or me. I know this because she called today around 1:07pm to ask if she should bring a hair dryer or if I have one. I surmised that she is packing this evening. My mother never, and I mean ever, never, ever, packs early. It is usually like 30 minutes before she has to leave. Not lazy and not procrastinating, she is just that efficient.
We will probably take a MARTA ride. Pet my cats. Eat some guac. Oh, and Oz decided he does not want to give my mum (or me) the impression that we are there yet, so he does not want to cook for her. I knew this would happen and this is why I asked him the other day if he had changed his mind. I am sooo good at predicting bad, boy behaviour. Whatever. I am not upset, but that does not mean it is not bad behaviour nonetheless. I am going to get to the bottom of this tonight. In like, half an hour.
I will hopefully have some more things to report on, as far as things I have seen, heard and done here in HotPants.
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