I found myself with no job, no car and no boyfriend. I searched for all three. And I found them! Then I lost them. Then I found them again, and a bunch of other stuff happened. So I guess what I wanna know is... Are we there yet?
So momma and I have been hard at work for 6 days, and even she thinks we deserve a day off. Thank the sweet baby jesus.
so today we slept in, brunched, got our nails done, filled up the gas tank (thank you momma Mastercard), and went to a baseball game.
Astros vs Dodgers
Now I don't really love baseball, but mom does, and I have a penchant for stadium food. I eat fairly healthy normally, but get me to a sporting event and I am Fatty McPatty. Tubbs MacGee. Gluttonous Glolliford. Lets just say I ate no less than a Dodger dog, garlic fries, a huge beer, nachos and hot chocolate. Oink. This little piggy went to market. And by market I mean Lardsville. And by Lardsville I mean we stayed until the top of the 9th.
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Mom leaves tomorrow. Will I be OK? Will I fall into the Pit of Despair?
Best. Movie. Ever.
(sigh...) no more momma-hugs, no more home-cookin', no more Mastercard... no more guilt trips, no more dis-approving looks, no more holocaust movies... Maybe I will be all right.
Well if there's one thing my mother doesn't do, is waste time. She's been here two days and already we have set up three appointments to look at cars and I've got one job interview on Wednesday. I'm exhausted.
Oh and we've had brunch with my college roommate and her husband, gone grocery shopping, and watched a documentary on the holocaust. For some reason, my mom is obsessed with those Nazis. We're not even German or Jewish! Or Polish or French for that matter. As if I'm not depressed enough, lets watch a movie about all these people being exterminated. I guess there's my silver lining. I don't have a car or a job or a boyfriend but at least I'm not all-aboard a death train.
