So this morning at 7:45 I was forced out of my warm comfy bed to play tennis in the 40 degree weather. I should tell you first that I was only subjected to this indecency because of my mom's friend's traditional tennis in the morning with the ladies on her birthday. What a god awful tradition. How about something fun or relaxing or somewhat enjoyable? I really hope this doesn't happen to all people of that age, which I don't even know is because she didn't tell anyone how old she was. If I don't know how old you are I do not belong at your b-day shindig. I would have somehow carried on with my life without that invite. I shouldn't even have been there, I was subbing for some other woman who "conveniently" couldn't make it. And I so "conveniently" was made available by my mother. At what moment is it OK to volunteer other people for things without their consent?? I say never. I should go volunteer my mother to pick up trash on the side of the road in case one of the convicts "conveniently" can't make it. Back to the morning. On the ride to the tennis courts all I could think about was what I was going to write for my daily complaint, I had a lot of material. Good and angry stuff too. But as all other things you initially don't wanna do, you find yourself kind of enjoying the cruel and unusual torture. I got a little exercise, which was quickly undone by danish and mimosa's. Which brings me to my next point, I got to enjoy danish and mimosa's. I also am awake at 10 o'clock in the morning, an occasion to be remembered. Too bad when I got home it was all ruined when I tried to give my dog some lovin' hugs and was repaid with a nearly concussion inducing blow to the head..by his giant head. I am now suffering from the beginnings of a head ache. There have been way too many ups and downs for one morning. Which is why this blog should really be titled "Not ignoring your mother and going back to bed sucks."
So Happy Birthday Jill and other woman's daughter that also turned some age today who "CONVENIENTLY" didn't have to come.
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