We had an earthquake here last night, too. Freaky! I was talking to G-Rob at the time, and said: "I didn't know y'all had fault lines here"
G-Rob: "where there are mountains...there are fault lines" [Ed. Note - he's much smarter than he looks! :D ]
me: "oh yeah, DUH"
me: "I M SMRT"
Sheesh, I amaze myself sometimes.
We don't however, tend to find this in the north, so I'm mollified somewhat: Man found with pants on fire hospitalized. I wonder who got to go out to cover that story...
I love my mother, but she's driving me bonkers. I had a 10 am appointment for a mani-pedi today (as I'm standing up in a wedding and wearing sandals, so I'm going to attempt to look like I took some time on my nails), and when I found out my return trip to G-Vegas is off (BOOO), I decided it would make much better sense for me to change the appointment to a more reasonable hour. I however, don't have the phone number, and since my mother canceled her appointment the other day, I knew she had the number.
The conversation goes something like this:
"mom, can you call the nail place and cancel my appointment because I'm not going to gville so I don't need to be there that early"
"well where's the card for the salon?"
"I don't know, which is why I asked you"
"well, why don't you just go down there anyway?"
me, searching for the damn card and finally finding it, "Because I'm not showered r anything yet and the appointment is in a half hour"
You sure you don't want to go down there and relax and have them take care of you?"
"IF I DID WANT TO GO NOW why would I be asking to CANCEL the APPOINTMENT??!"
Both April and BG have said that this is Just What Mothers Do. But sheesh.
I'll write a little later on the homegame I went to with my sister and her friends, as it's time to go get that mani-pedi now. Talk about a trainwreck - if you imagine what a tournament looks like if everyone learned how to play from TV, this would be it. Luckily, they're all good people and much fun was had.
... but we did have a little discussion about this thing we call "pot odds" on the way home.