What She Wore: baggy jean capris; t-shirt that reads, "New Orleans: Rebuild, Renew"; grey slip on tennis shoes. It’s so hard to get yourself dressed in something cute when it’s raining outside.
You know how sometimes you have this great idea? And then it goes completely to $hit? That’s what happened to me today and that’s also why I didn’t get home until 8:00.
At my class today I heard someone talking about CiCi’s pizza. This got my mouth watering and I knew I was going to have to get some. I was telling Mr. K about my craving and he said that his wife was also in a pizza mood. He suggested we all go get some pizza.
He and I worked on school stuff until his wife and kids came home at 5:00. His youngest was a bit tired, so we hurried out before it got too late. When we got to the restaurant, the baby started THROWING UP. She was violently ill in the bathroom and covered herself, Mrs. K, and the floor, and the toliet in puke. Meanwhile the older child happily munched on pizza and watched Nick on the TV. There’s really etiquette guide for how to handle these situations–do you smile and act like everything’s fine, or is that insensitive? Do you frown and act concerned, or does that just make things worse?
Not knowing what to do since we’d already paid for our buffets, Mr.K and Mrs.K left with baby. I stayed behind with their four-year-old. After mom and dad left she quickly became grumpy. "Where’s daddy?" Then I noticed that the ceiling was dripping on my head. Every time a drip hit me I would jerk my head. After a while I looked like I had a twitch or something. About a million years later, Mr. K finally came back. Then he ate his pizza, then we left.
Next time I may just skip the pizza.
NO time to blog walk tonight–must finish paper for grad school. I’ll come round tomorrow.