Continuation of my drama-filled day

This is part 2 of this morning’s post. (Did you know I was making this a 2-part post? Me either. ๐Ÿ˜€)


I know some of you are sitting on the edge if your seat wondering how my anxiety-fueled 24-hours have passed.

Lucky for you I’m currently ticked off at my family which is why I’m typing from the relative safety (and isolation) of my bedroom.

I should have locked the door, but that means I would have to get up and I’m still sore from boot camp…Not worth the effort. ๐Ÿ™„

Why am I ticked off at my family, you ask?

Because they are annoying. ๐Ÿ˜

At the dinner table, we had a conversation about Corona virus, launched by my son. I had just read a really good article on that topic which explained/answered some of the kids’ questions. Plus, their dad studied Molecular Cell Biology before he changed career plans (he became a pilot, not a doctor or scientist) and was able to dig a little deeper. It promised to be an illuminating conversation.

I asked if they wanted to hear about the article.

They said yes.

Almost immediately my son left the table to get more spaghetti from the stove, then he picked up his phone to answer a course selection question from a school buddy.

Then his dad got up to use the bathroom…and didn’t come back.

I was in mid sentence when this happened.



Anyway. They can shove it. ๐Ÿ˜”

Guess they weren’t that interested.

Next topic:

Let me tell you the good news about the girl child’s hockey tournament today.

This was the state she was in after playing four games, including the championship game, which they won. ๐Ÿ˜€

Hockey tournament champion girl.

I canceled her evening ringette practice at the bubble. ๐Ÿ˜ด

Apparently she had fun, played wing, and knew several girls from previous baseball teams she’s been on. Yes, baseball girls play hockey (or ringette) during the winter months in Canada…

Perfect scenario for my extroverted little social butterfly. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I missed all of the rink excitement because I did this instead:

Inside a very roomy, modern hospital change room.

Appointment was in the opposite direction of the rink and in the middle of the day. Boo.

After the appointment I had a Teriyaki lunch at the hoity toity mall food court across the street from the hospital (I changed my mind about sushi).

And then went window shopping.

Department store dress.
Spring shoes have arrived.
This was at a SAIL which is an outdoor clothing and gear store. They have chocolate.

I would totally love that dress but I’m not crazy about the shade of pink. If it was a salmon shade, or a deep fuchsia, or maybe a wine colour…but pink and all its pale hue cousins are all the rage for spring apparently. Not sure if that colour suits me though.

I didn’t check the price tag. Probably at least $200.

Doesn’t matter anyway, I have no place to wear it to.

I moved on to shoes. Not sure about the heel on the pink pump but…it caught my eye. (So inappropriate for the rink ๐Ÿ˜‚).

And Rittersport now makes dark chocolate. ๐Ÿ˜Š

So you got two posts out of me today. Thanks to you, I’m all calmed down now. Drama over. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Thanks for listening!

9 thoughts on “Continuation of my drama-filled day

  1. I hate phones while we eat. I mean canโ€™t anyone stay off then for as long as dinner takes – rude!
    I buy clothes based on how often I think I will wear them then divide the cost by the amount of โ€˜wearsโ€™

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      1. Ah well thatโ€™s good that itโ€™s not at the table but bad that he checked it and that you were ignored.
        My hubby used to have his at the table until I told him he really wasnโ€™t that important that he couldnโ€™t ignore his phone for 30 minutes lol

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  2. I often get dressed up, made up for my classes at the University and it is not unusual in the middle of my deep thoughts to have students randomly walk out to use the restroom, get on their cell phones to check or whisper to one of their friends in class. Some even use sign language one inferred today. Hmm. And I keep on trucking.

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