The weekend came and went and there are a few things I wish I could take back but for the most part it went well. We got up early on Saturday and dropped off our paperwork at the tax preparer. With both our condos finally sold we hope to not only not have to pay taxes this year, but perhaps get some money back.
Then we headed off to Costco and I have to say, getting there at 9:30 when they first open is a huge difference from the normal time we usually arrive. Fewer people means we can get through the store quicker before the kids have a meltdown.
When we got home we put the kids down for nap and then went to Kingston Reflexology for a couples massage. That was basically our Valentine's Day present to one another.
|We get all the Valentine's now|
On Sunday a CN blogger friend came over and picked up our Bob Stroller. We were gifted 3 double strollers and really only use one, so it was a relief to clear the garage space of this one. I had visions of running races with the kids in it, but after two years we have never used it. It is in rough shape but nothing a good cleaning couldn't fix.
On Sunday I made the mistake of reaching out to someone I had essentially written off. When I started my new job, I realized that I worked right across the street from an old friend from the No-Name Software Company
. I asked Hanna
about meeting for lunch and we made plans. Of course I had a conflict so I asked about rescheduling.
When someone cancels plans with someone else,
I feel it is their duty to reschedule the event, within reason of
course. I made a few attempts but didn't pick the magical right
day/time and figured this person wasn't interested in having lunch. I
gave up and moved on.
That was around June last year. Flash forward
to this weekend. I sent Hanna a text that was a simple "hey has your account been hacked." Apparently she has another new phone because she didn't recognize my number (side note: how fucking hard is it to transfer your contacts to a new phone in 2017?) After talking for a few minutes she was all
"let's do lunch."
While I thought, Fuck You, I said
sure, sure, gotta run. Which I think even the densest person in the
world would interpret as please kindly find a short peer to walk off of
and go fuck yourself.
This person wasn't
intentionally trying to be mean or inconsiderate. They are a 8 or 9 on
the Airhead ability in the D and D Game of Life.
Which means they
may not have got the point about aforementioned implied Fuck You, but somehow I think I have burned that bridge.
It took me a few days to process but what really bothers me is this person made more of an effort to find out who the mysterious texter was than to make plans for lunch last June.
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