Sunday, November 16, 2008

10 Miles to go on a 9-Mile Road

Even though Tina thought I had my act together on Friday I confess that I didn't tell her, as Paul Harvey would say, "the rest of the story." I didn't mention my walk to the elementary school and how on the way back I checked my watch and was horrified to see that if I didn't hustle I was going to miss our appointment. "I hope she's not the type to arrive early," I fretted as I started skipping through slow tunes on my iPod in an effort to pick up the pace. "Why didn't I download 'You Shook Me All Night Long,'" I lamented. "That song always gets me going."
With mere moments to space, I raced the twins up our road, parked the stroller, grabbed them out, ran them inside and put them in their highchairs. I threw some leftovers in the microwave, hoping that Tina would understand if I ate in front of her (Mommy's very grouchy when she's hungry), and assumed the position of someone who was more than ready to entertain guests.
Then I looked at the clock in the dining room. It read 1:10. "That's funny" I thought - "she's not suppose to be here until 2." It was then I remembered that I hadn't been able to reset my wristwatch to standard time earlier this month because the winding stem is stuck. This was the first time I had not remembered that my watch was on daylight savings time, while the rest of the world - not so much.
So, I breathed a big sigh of relief that no one was around to see me make such a ridiculous mistake and then helped myself to more leftover chili. Tina was right on time.

song: 10 Miles to go on a 9-Mile Road • artist: Jim White

3 comments:

Ann's Rants said...

I make these mistakes daily. I just met Amy from Bitchin Wives Club for drinks on Wednesday. Turns out our plan was supposed to Be for Thursday, but on Tuesday I kept saying I'd see her "tomorrow" so she just played along. Good thing I sorted it all out with her and didn't stand her up on our first bloggyfriendsmeet in real life. I horify myself this way. Daily.

Joanne said...

I wonder how you knew it was Amy when you two met? Was she wearing a red carnation or was it just the spit up on her sweater that gave it away?
Today I arrived at the ice rink (on time for a change!) only to find that skating was cancelled because the zamboni broke down. Seems I cannot win for trying.

Ann's Rants said...

Oh, Joanne I made that same damn carnation joke to Amy. Seems we are of a similar ilk. It was a small bistro. I saw a woman park a huge bronco, and knowing she has 3 boys and a blond-bob I put two and two together. Okay. I'm going to sleep now. Damn Zamboni.