Queen of Rambles

Mike says I have to keep this short because he’s bored to tears. We’re sitting in my mom’s very cold office and there’s not much to entertain the non-computering person, other than loads and loads of stuffed animals of all descriptions. I think her adoration of the creatures is what turned me off from them. My personal rule is that grown ups don’t need stuffed animals and I’m a grown up.

So we are here in Klamath Falls after a very uneventful trip. We got bumped to Business Class on our eleven hour flight and that was incredibly, incredibly nice. My life has never been so posh. Before the meal they brought out menus and we got to order what we wanted. They brought out white linen table clothes for our trays and gave us wine and champagne. The food was scrumptious. The meals were created by a five star chef and it showed. I would never be able to afford that type of meal in a restaurant. It was utterly amazing. And the leg room! I was in heaven. I just couldn’t figure out what we did to get ourselves in such a nice position. Mike said not to question it to closely. Do you think someone from Lufthansa read my journal entry about the horrible flight we had with them before? I guess they just ran out of seats in economy class. Whatever it was, I was totally thrilled and happy the whole way over.

And now I’m grouchy. I’m already ready to kill my grandma. She bought a new bed spread for one room and was showing me. I said it was nice, but she talks non-stop and didn’t hear my compliments. Three hours later we were sitting around opening Christmas gifts (bread machine and DVD player!!!) and she started nagging about me not saying anything nice about her new bedspread. I told her several more times I liked it, but she was just bitching and bitching and I finally asked her if she would be happy if I did a cartwheel. We haven’t even been here 24 hours! I’m not unpacking my bags. We are going to start apartment hunting tomorrow.

So that’s what’s going on over here. And now we are going to go and walk my mom’s two crazy dogs. Actually, they aren’t that crazy. Just untrained.

More on Monday maybe. We’re not going to sign up with AOHELL so we have to wait for a proper local place to open up on Monday.

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