Today is Mr. Ashley's birthday...and I'm out of town.
I told Big Kid that I would be away for daddy's birthday so he was in charge and he said, "Okay, dest leave me da instwuctions."
(annoyed) "Da instwuctions for da cake. I'm gonna need a list of what stuff I need and what to do...you know, instwuctions."
He was disappointed to hear he wasn't going to have to whip up a birthday cake from scratch or anything.
I'm hungry and cold and tired and too hungry, cold and tired to go get a snack. There's also an indoor pool and hot tub and I'm too cold to go down there. It's 60 some degrees here--I thought TX would be the same as FL.
Also, Abilene is Middle of Fucking Nowhere, America. Lordy. I think we had to wait to land the plane until cows got off the runway. The parking lot at the airport was unpaved--that was cute in my super high Candies.
I'm off to scout out a vending machine. I think my work trousers and a 15 year old, almost worn through FSU shirt with no bra and a blazer is perfectly appropriate attire for such an outing.
Wish me luck.