Well, my mom told me about the Grocery Cart Challenge blog.
I am going to go die of shame now.
(Not really. I'm just being dramatic.)
At about 10:30 a.m., Scott's mom called to say she was heading to the cardiologist and I should probably not assume that Scott's dad would be able to bring him any stuff or anything like that.
At about 1:30 p.m., Scott's dad called to say he was in the ER with Scott's mom and wasn't sure he'd be able to make it to the concert at all.
So I spent the afternoon checking Facebook for updates and making spaghetti and...I don't know. Probably reading blogs or something else critical like that.
At 4:30 I finished making spaghetti and suddenly realized there was way too much stuff still to do. In the course of 15 minutes I got myself presentable, put together a bowl of spaghetti with a lid for Scott and a bowl of spaghetti without a lid for myself, gathered up all of Scott's stuff (a change of clothes, since concert-wear is different than business-wear, and his book of music), got myself a book, and headed out the door. Then I got gas real quick because I was down to a quarter tank. Then I drove down to St. TwentyMilesAway, eating my spaghetti at red lights. (I do not recommend this. Fortunately, I was wearing a dress with little red flowers on it.)
Scott, meanwhile, was taking a bus from his office to St. TwentyMilesAway. After some confusion, we found each other at about 5:40. (The Schola was supposed to assemble for rehearsal at 5:30.) Scott got his clothes and found a bathroom in which to change while I just kind of hung out. Scott's dad, Middle Younger Brother, and The Only Sister showed up some time later. I was very happy to see them. Mrs. ScholaDirector showed up right behind them. Then Scott finished changing, so he was able to get up to the choir loft right as rehearsal was actually starting.
I sat in the pews and read Sense and Sensibility until the concert started. Just as it was starting, Scott's mom, Younger Elder Brother, and Mrs. YEB came walking down the aisle. I scooted over to make room for them and was very happy to see them too. Scott's mom whispered that she really wasn't supposed to be out and about, but she didn't want to miss the concert.
(Later: Me: "Did you know [YEB] and [Mrs. YEB] were coming?" Scott: "Yeah. I thought you knew." Me: "Um, no, because you didn't tell me." I wasn't mad, but I would appreciate not having to read minds. :))
So we listened to the concert and then we all went back to Scott's parents' house and hung out and ate ice cream and stuff. Then Scott and I got to bed way too late. And Scott ate his spaghetti for breakfast the next morning.
This really short take makes up for the obscenely long one that came before it.
Then today it rained cats and dogs most of the morning.
Now I have an awful headache. Yay cold fronts. (Normally I like cooler weather, but not when it makes my intracranial air pressure all wonky.)
Here is a picture of my brother. I don't need interesting content if I have pictures of babies, right?
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