When we help Stephanie...

UGH. Oh, boy was today ever a trash day. I could've thrown it away and replaced it with the day Andrew and I, originally, planned last night.

We woke up late. No alarm. No charged cell phones because Andrew was in his "I'm going to agree with Kate on everything whether it's true or not" phase and never actually plugged in the charger into his cell. -_-  Even though I asked him before we went to sleep. -_- It was my charger in the first place and he took it because he, "wants to charge his phone for sure because it's more important that he wakes up early." Okay! You win. You charge it. Except, oh yeah, he didn't. -_-

Dumby.

So he woke up late, running around the room getting ready to leave me to meet Jane and I realize, OH CRAP! We're supposed to help my cousin move! So I jump out of bed and start getting ready while he takes care of the fur balls. We're both finally ready to go when we realize we don't know where the keys are. We're searching everywhere, the mantle, the counters, the bathroom, our pockets in our jeans and jackets, everywhere. He delays his meeting with Jane and an hour and a half later, he finds them under a plastic bag in the kitchen. New rule: Keys stay on the mantle.

He's grabbing his stuff when I swing open the door in a rushed panic, and what do you know? The dogs run out. I do my Charlie Brown sigh and run to the car, while Andrew follows them on foot. I meet them in their favorite area in the next neighborhood over and have them jump in the car and rush back to the house.

We're on our way to Acworth to meet Steph and my parents help her move when we realize we hadn't eaten yet. So, we grab Zaxby's for Andrew. We pull into Rick's old neighborhood and Steph's soon to be old neighborhood. See the Uhaul trucks and park. Walk to the apartment and SHE HADN'T PACKED A SINGLE BOX. Her home was a mess, clothes everywhere, old food boxes everywhere, dirty dishes spread through out the whole counter, even on top of the stove. God knows I love her but I wanted to slap her up against the head and go home. Unfortunately, my stressed out mother and 70 year old father were going to continue helping her, so Andrew and I felt obligated. I channeled my inner boss bitch and started delegating tasks. Men, you are the gofers! Mother, you find soft clothes to wrap up delicate items! Steph, you stand there and tell us what you want to keep! Tyler, get the fuck out! There's the Goodwill bag, the trash bag, and the I'm-taking-it bag! NOW, FLY MY PRETTIES! And it worked. I helped a lot. We packed up the instruments-3 guitars- and Rick's collection of bizarre canes into our car, and, ahem, happened to forget (wink wink jab jab) to return them to her at the end of the night. Call it our payment.  And Andrew made friend's with Tyler, Bennett's older brother. We got most of it done and headed down to Buford Hwy. to meet Jane.

We hit up Jane and had some small talk. I love that girl. She brightens my day. When we left, my mom called us to meet her at Steph's new place. Perfect timing, no? We head over to Brookhaven. Yeah, this dude, Steph's new roommate is an old white rich dude who has a huge place and NICE stuff (white tufted leather seatings, a pool, old looking Asian art, NICE stuff) and is letting her stay there FREE of rent in exchange for her to "clean". His place didn't look like it needed more cleaning. Andrew says he's an old creeper. We unload the last of the stuff, slowly, and couldn't get the fuck out of there faster.

As we headed home, we stopped by Publix and loaded up on our fat kid food. When we arrived at home, Stephen informed us of Jack's unfortunate incident. His left back hind nail tore off when Stephen walked him for us. The poor baby!

 Stephen found this out because there was a trail of blood leading from the front door to our bed. Yup. Blood all over our sheets and on my nice woven blanket. Fml.

 Jack's okay now but he is slightly annoyed by the homemade sock cast we constructed for him.

The day is, finally, over. Thank Goddess or God or Buddha or whomever. I get to look forward to my first day back at Peter's store with no outfit lined up, no lunch made, and no photography homework done. But I know it's going to be infinitely better than today.

Blargh.