Wednesday, October 29, 2008. In at 3.

Today was freaking ridiculous. She is seriously something else.

I come in and sit down. She is no where to be found. All of the sudden I hear singing coming from upstairs. She is upstairs singing a made up song about clothes. About 5 minutes pass and then I tell her I am there. She had no idea. Did not hear me come in the door.

She comes down and tells me I look glamorous. She says, "My, you look so glamorous, why are you dressed so glamorous today!?" I look down, I have a cardigan, jeans (with paint on them), and vans that were at one point in time white. They are brown now.

We sit together and she gives me a list of 5 or 6 things to do, which vary from outside work to typing work to shopping at 3 different stores for her. Then she wrote her own list of things to do. They included "Eat. Take vitamins. Rest." After she wrote them down she sighs and says, "Gosh, I have so much to do. It's too much. It's just too much to do." Really? Eat your 4th meal of the day (at 3pm) and take your 5 vitamins. Then lay on the couch until I need you to proofread a paper. Tough.

Then she talks to me for awhile about how she would love to write the Obama letter as the election gets closer but that she just doesn't see how she will have time. She rambles on for several minutes, reiterating this point, then stops and says, "I need to stop and eat. I haven't eaten all day. I've eaten breakfast and I've eaten lunch and that's it. I need to eat." I look at the clock, it's 3:45pm.

The most ridiculous part of my day, however, includes her asking me to go downstairs and get a bunch of big black trash bags so that we can cover up her plant beds in her front yard. I ask her why we are doing this and she says, "So the kids don't throw slime on them." I reply with, "Oh my god, kids in this neighborhood throw slime? What slime? Where do they get it?" She goes, "Oh well you never know. They could throw slime." I have absolutely no fucking clue what she is talking about, so I proceed to just tape these trashbags over her plant beds. It looks classy, let me tell you.


Such a lovely time. Real glad I got to escape to Starbucks afterwards.