last night i made the hideous mistake of having people over to my apartment.
i was feeling a bit better and my best friend liz (who got married last spring and moved far, far away) was in town with her hubby and their brand new labrador puppy. i didn't feel up to going out, but i invited them to come over and bring the little fur ball.
as they were on their way, not one, but two other friends from high school who never, ever call decided quite separately to give me a jingle and invite me out. i declined but -- feeling a bit guilty about never calling them either -- i told them liz was on her way to my place and they were welcome to drop by.
foolish, foolish me.
things i didn't account for:
- as none of these people had seen each other in ages, there were hours (literally hours) of current events to catch up on.
- since liz was coming from so far away, the catching up wouldn't begin until after 9 p.m. (my mono-rific bedtime is more like 8.)
- the delightful combination of a brand new (not quite house-trained) puppy and my spoiled only-child cat would result in hissing and barking galore.
- the hissing and barking would elevate liz's stress level through the roof, which would lead to shouting and flailing of hands.
- all noise, stress, and general commotion would make my head pound like a conga.
- by the time the last straggler cleared out, it would be well past midnight and i probably wouldn't feel like washing a pile of dishes or running to the grocery to replenish my foodstuffs.
- though i feel like the walking dead, i don't actually look too bad, so all of this would go unnoticed by my guests, who weren't sure why i needed a whole week off of work.
ben does not like puppies.
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