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I feel unreasonably miffed and pouty right now. David called from work this afternoon to tell me he's flying out to England tomorrow night.
Short notice, but fine, whatever, I can pack for him in twenty minutes if needed, and have done before and he's got home, grabbed his bag and got into the limo three minutes later... but - Mum and Dad arrive from England on Saturday for a two week stay.
David was supposed to go into Toronto to pick them up (Eleanor has a birthday party, I loathe driving on the 401 at the bet of times, Saturday lunch not being that anyway) and so we've hired a limo (works out cheaper than two seats on the airport minibus).
He's back on Monday so I shouldn't be so ratty but I am, dammit. It's been months since he got sent away and it has to be now?
So yes. Pouty.
Ignore me; I'll be sunnyside up again soon.
Short notice, but fine, whatever, I can pack for him in twenty minutes if needed, and have done before and he's got home, grabbed his bag and got into the limo three minutes later... but - Mum and Dad arrive from England on Saturday for a two week stay.
David was supposed to go into Toronto to pick them up (Eleanor has a birthday party, I loathe driving on the 401 at the bet of times, Saturday lunch not being that anyway) and so we've hired a limo (works out cheaper than two seats on the airport minibus).
He's back on Monday so I shouldn't be so ratty but I am, dammit. It's been months since he got sent away and it has to be now?
So yes. Pouty.
Ignore me; I'll be sunnyside up again soon.