Yesterday was suppose to be a fun day. John was working in Atlantic City. Porgie and I were suppose to meet him at noon. We were all going to go to Brigantine beach, for a day of fun in the sun. YAY!!!!
Unfortunately, that is not what happened. About twenty minutes before leaving for the beach, John called to tell me that he had an emergency call in Pennsylvania. So, no beach for us. I was a little disappointed, but he assured me that he would be home by 5:00 pm.
Porgie was in an exceptionally fussy mood (actually, she has been in a fussy mood for like 10 days. Its getting old.). The only thing that would make her happy was me chasing her around the house. Of course, after 30 minutes of this game, I was exhausted. So the fussy mood continued ALL DAY.
At 3:00 pm, John called to tell me that he had just received another emergency call in Baltimore. BALTIMORE, MARYLAND. 3 HOURS AWAY FROM OUR HOUSE. I was pissed. I fucking hate when John gets all these random calls, which ruin our plans.
So, I had to deal with Porgie's fussy ass for the remainder of the day. When 7:00 pm finally arrived, I happily put Porgie to bed.
Starving and exhausted, I decided to order pizza for myself. I didn't really want pizza - I just wanted some mozzarella cheese sticks. So, I order a small pizza and a LARGE order of cheese sticks. Thirty minutes later, I received a small pizza and a tossed salad. I DIDN'T WANT A SALAD, I WANTED DEEP-FRIED CHEESE. I was about to call and complain, but then I decided that maybe a tossed salad was a better option. I ate the salad, but I wasn't very happy.
John finally got home at 10:00 pm. He came in the house all haunched over like a 90 year old man. He threw his back out. Wonderful.