Don't you hate a day that you spend mostly waiting?
Waiting for Ashley to get home from Portland so I could talk to her about the shopping, the hotel and the concert. (She finally called about 5 to let me know that R. and she were seeing a movie there and would be home about 9)
Waiting for Alison to call from gym. She had a sore throat and ripped up hands from bars so I expected her to need to come home early. She wanted to go, but I thought she shouldn't. So, I told her that I would take her temperature, and if she had one, she was definitely staying home. Naturally, she didn't--and made it through gym,but is very, very sore. Taking a week off from strenuous exercise and then going back is TOUGH.
Waiting for the sun to come out so I could go out on the deck, lounge in the comfy deck chair and read my book. The clouds never left though; in fact, it started raining!
Waiting on the freeway to try to get to gym to pick up the three girls; at first I thought there MUST be an accident. We inched along for miles! (no accident, just horrendous traffic) I assumed that east bound Highway 512 would be backed up, but not WEST. I finally reached an exit, got off and made my way to the gym on side roads.
Waiting for my husband to get home from work. He puts in way too much time; does being self-employed require him to be a workaholic?
