… It Never Ends!
While still in recovery from the fiasco detailed in my last post (“It’s Just My Life…”), the Friday saga continued!
Why? Because it’s ME! Never a dull moment over here!
I got home from the kickball mania around 5:00pm and I had a birthday party to attend at 7:30 so I jumped in the shower and washed my hair, wrote a blog post while I air-dried, and started my makeup around 7:00! (Yeah, I was a little late to the the party!)
Fast-Forward:
I made it, I’ve parked, and I’m ready to celebrate! I meet up with my party date, Elle, (the sweetest, shyest, and most reserved friend I have by the way) who’s waiting outside, so we can walk in together! We hug, compliment outfits, smile and shuffle around a bit, and we walk up the driveway bearing gifts! All is well!
… And then disaster struck AGAIN!!!
As we approach the door:
Elle: Should we “knock and walk” or just go in? (typical Elle, thinking it through while I prefer to go in guns blazin’!)
Me: They probably won’t hear the doorbell, we’re late, and they’re expecting us! So just go on in! (Famous last words)
Elle: Ok!
1. Elle opens the door and we enter! (and I mean we’re walking with purpose!) I yell, “Heyyyy!”
2. My “Heyyy!” call cues a random dog to come after us! We’re halfway into the house and I’m thinking to myself, I don’t remember them having a dog but I dismiss the thought and keep walking. Elle turns back to me and whispers, “The dog is biting my toes!” (remember I told you Elle is shy) I jokingly reply, “No he’s not, he’s just saying hi!” She says nothing, but replies with serious eyes! (I laugh)
3. My laughter is quickly interrupted by an older gentleman wearing nothing but a towel, and a mature woman in a moo-moo coming from two different parts of the house to meet us in the dining room, while the dog continues to have his way with Elle!
4. Elle is rendered speechless, and (thinking they were someone’s parents and not quite dressed yet) I say, “Hi! We’re here for the party!” (I think I even held up my gift bag) The towel guy does all the talking, “Oh ok! You’re probably going next door!” Before he could even finish his sentence Elle murmurs, “Oh God!”, ducks her head, blew past me, and was back out the door!
5. I’m alone with towel guy and moo-moo Momma! I have to make this right and back peddle out because Elle is long gone! So I say, “I was about to make a gift table in here and head on out to the nonexistent party!” (They laugh) I say my Sorries and Thanks, and get the heck outta there!
6. Elle is beet red and waiting for me outside with a look sheer horror on her face! (which makes me laugh again!) I point to Elle and say, “Consider yourself Blogged!”
7. We check the mailbox and the house address, and race over to the correct house! We bust in (I led us this time–didn’t knock again) doubled over in laughter! (It all hit me at once) and a house full of party goers stopped and stared at us as we roared!
What a MESS! …All night we watched the door, praying that the neighbors didn’t walk in!
Sorry Elle! This is my life and you were just an innocent bystander caught in the crosshairs!
