All The Small Things

Aug 29, 2006 at 13:35 o\clock

Bah Bloody Humbug

by: Sassy1

So things today did not go as planned.

GM called at lunch time to say that he has the flu and won't be able to make it.

No worries. You're sick, head on home to bed.

Sure, I'll catch up with you tomorrow.

 

So I just realised that I'm actually going out with my beautiful girlfriends tomorrow night, so I call his house up to tell him that I'm not going to be free. I'm going on a trip tomorrow morning, and I won't be home till late, and I think its a) rude to cancel, and b) rude to cancel at the last minute.

So yeah, I ring to cancel. And he's not home.

????????????

 

My mum used to have a rule. If you were too sick to go to school, you were too sick to go out after school hours.

While I think hanging out with me is heaps more fun than school ever was (though sometimes the uniforms are the same!) the rule should still apply. If you're too sick to go out with me, you're too sick to go out. Surely.

And while I'm not a violent, jealous, nasty bitch by nature, if I find I have been ditched in favour of footy training, I'm not going to be a very happy camper.

Comments for this entry:

  1. quoteDiddums wrote at Aug 29, 2006 at 15:31 o\clock:Maybe he was sleeping the sleep of the flu-ridden?
  2. quoteSponky wrote at Aug 30, 2006 at 02:54 o\clock:Or he went to the chemist for meds.
  3. quotechud wrote at Aug 30, 2006 at 05:17 o\clock:you got ditched. heh.
  4. quoteSassy1 wrote at Aug 31, 2006 at 08:32 o\clock:Its alright folks, thanks for your (complete and utter lack of) concern. Turns out his mum was looking after him at his folks place.

    *Phew* Won't have to kill him after all!
  5. quoteDiddums wrote at Aug 31, 2006 at 20:58 o\clock:Oh - we should have remembered about mothers :-).

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