Bouquet

Well, here's another sleep deprived post for ya!  

So, my friend was having a procedure done this morning with the surgery department at the hospital which is literally in my driveway.  Of course, said procedure was scheduled for 0630 this morning, so we took this opportunity to have a slumber party (she lives about 30 minutes away).  Oh yea, did I also mention that we didn't stop talking trash and looking up pics of Brad Pitt, Ryan Reynolds, Robert Redford (you get the idea) until 0230 this morning?!  :0  Right.................so, apparently we have resorted back to being 12.

Now, onto our fabulous morning......she shleps over there promptly at 0620.  Guess what, there is knocking at my door approximately 10 minutes later.  Well, anesthesia decided to reschedule her until 0900 and since that executive decision occurred at about 0300 this morning, they opted to not call.  So, good times.

Oh and Miss Priss didn't go to sleep last night until 2330, so she was in rare form this morning.  I just went with the "avert the eyes" method of coping.  As long as we don't make eye contact or have lengthy verbal discussion, arguments can be avoided.  Having two non-morning people in the same house *can* lead to bloodshed.  

So, here's on getting MP ready for school went:

MP:  Uuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhh (blankets over head)

Me:  Come on lil MP, who's my favorite chicken nugget.....come on lil pumpkin

MP:  I don't wanna wear those clothes! (whining)

Me:  Yeah well it's better than going naked which is what will be happening unless you get your crack out of bed....

MP:  You don't even like me (whining)

Me:  Yes I do, they told me I had to when we left the hospital together......it's in the mother-daughter contract

MP:  I hate these underwear!!!!!!! (whining with some yelling)

(now successfully dressed and trying to brush hair....also known as the 5th dimension of Hell)

MP:  Put the spray in!  You're killing me!

Me:  No, we've already passed that critical stage.....I think you may actually live this morning....let's be optimistic.

MP:  FINE!  But I'm not wearing that headband.  I want the one that's in the camper.

(sidenote:  camper is a pop-up.....it is not currently "popped up".....oh and we're running late......at this point it would have been quicker to dig to China and make a fabulous purple headband myself)

Me:  Well, that's not happening, so sawwwwrrry.

MP:  (dirty chicken eye look)

By the way, she did make it to school unscathed and we parted with very cute "love you's"....so all is well.  It's funny that as I read back over that, it is almost exactly the same every school day......hmm  interesting how that works.  ;)

So, now my friend is back at the hospital and good to go and I'm now watching my goddaughter (K).  Very chilled whenever she is at my house, so bonus for me.  Because "dontchaknow" it's trash day.  So, I whip back the privacy gate that crosses my driveway just in time to see 2 people ripping small branches (with flowers) off of my hibiscus plants.  WTF?!  I think I may have actually said that in retrospect, but whatever.  Do I look like frickin' FTD?!  So they move on from my yard (with flowers in hand) and one of them ducks into my neighbor's yard and plucks a couple of roses off of one of his bushes.  At this point, I walk up to the "fine young gentleman" and say, "ya know, they sell these at HEB for like $4!  I mean seriously?!"  So, I don't know who the recipient was of this ghetto bouquet, but it almost cost him his life!  :)

Messing with my hibiscus can also contribute to bloodshed.  Gotta love job security!  :)