I got a slow start Friday after my late night shenanigans the night before. TheDog and I packed up everything, stopped for coffee and headed up the hill.
When I got to my parents mountain get-away, which had recently become all theirs, I couldn't find the sheets my sister insisted were there. Plus I needed a few other odds and ends, so after dropping off TheDog, I headed to the nearest* Target.
On my way back, my sister-in-law called to see if I wanted to join them for dinner. I had tentative plans with another friend, but he hadn't called yet. I told her I'd let her know and left my friend a message.
I unpacked my Target treasures, and threw my new sheets in the wash. As I folded the towels left in the dryer and put them away, I found my sister's sheets. I considered whether Target would take back half-washed sheets for half of a second before I realized I'd rather have my own sheets to leave in the closet. '
My sister-in-law called back to check with me as they were headed to my favorite pizza spot. Still not having heard from my friend, I told her I'd swing by to walk over with them.
My friend called as I was leaving, I disappointed him with my change of plans, but he got to skip the extra hour drive time and head straight home. Besides, I was looking forward to some quality time with my sister-in-law and nieces.
Laughing with my nieces over fantastic pizza, my sister-in-law announced she has a new mission. I inquired as to what that might be, and immediately regretted it. Her new mission is to find me a good man.
Because, you know, apparently I can't do that for myself.
* Nearest being a rather relative term.