Another Great Time in Arlington

Dad and I went to Arlington this past weekend and I'm just now finding time to post our visit. I don't understand it. I never used to be like this. Something weird is happening. I told Dad when he came in from work this evening, that this morning after listening to daily mass on TV, I got up to put a load of laundry in the washer, when it suddenly hit me. I couldn't remember if I had already taken a shower or not ! Not Good Huh?

Dad and J.G. spent most of the day together, I love when they do that. I stayed and did absolutely nothing, which is exactly what I wanted. I read some of J.G.'s books, watched some TV, and actually put on makeup! I don't usually wear makeup when I'm down in Arlington, cause the humidity is so bad my makeup just runs down in minutes.

Later that evening we went out to eat. We met up with the Moore's and Edward. Edward had come down on Friday to visit his buddy, Anthony.
We had a good time visiting together and freezing our asses off at Cheddars, it was so damn cold in there! I'm not being rude, but the best part of the evening was watching two waiters run into to each other. (poor kids, they were really busy). The one coming down the stairs had a large tray full of plates, and here comes this other waiter at full speed and ran into him. I felt so embarrassed for him. He had mashed potatoes on the tip of his nose and eyebrows, some kind of white cream was covering his left cheek, and some of the cream was also on his nice spiked hair, of course the rest of the meal was all over his clothes. After the incident is when we all got tickled over it. Poor kid, he made my night.

Sunday morning the three of us made it to church, and afterwards went to visit with Anthony. He looks so good. Doesn't even look like he's gone through a transplant. It sure makes a difference when you're young and healthy. We had agreed to stay only 30 minutes or so cause we didn't want to tire him. Jr. and Anita look happy to see his son doing so well.
Oh, talk about Jr. and Anita. I could of and really wanted to choke them to death. They knew we were coming cause we called ahead of time. But, did either one of them bother to mention to me that there was an elevator up to the apartment (which is on the second floor)!!! NO Fat ass with just 5 weeks into a total knee replacement climbed about 10 stairs. Boy, was I ticked off. Jr. opens the door and looks at us and first thing he says, "you didn't just climb up those stairs did you?" Right then I could feel my shaky hands on his neck!
Him showing us where the elevator was when we were leaving didn't empress me at all. I had already been through torture. That's ok. One day I plan to get back at both of them.