I received a call that our soccer practice was to be cancelled due to the fact it was SNOWING. (Almost non-existent light flurries, actually.) Though I am no fan o' snow in October, my closeted rebellious side LIVES for classes or practices of any kind getting cancelled. (It makes me feel like I am skipping the obligation and this makes me want to swill beer...) I then cheerfully called my two family member babysitters who were scheduled as a tag team this eve (Babs and then Cuz S.--well, 'cause Babs was free only until a certain time and then her packed social calendar called for Cuz. S. as relief) and was pleased to inform them I would not be needing their lovely child care services today. (But I would be hitting them up soon!)
Worst Part of the Day-
My cell phone was ringing this afternoon and I saw the name "Mike" and thought Oh great, my brother, Mike--I was just thinking of him and need to talk to him 'cause I finally booked tix to Portland and we need to talk about it, blah, blah, blah... I gleefully answered the phone and even though I have NEVER answered the phone like this before, I was feeling wily and surprised even myself by asking, "What up, Bitch?!" Mike was slow to respond on the other end and then I heard a quiet voice ask, "Megan??? Coach Megan?" Gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp. I realized in an ugly nanosecond that it was my Assistant Coach for pee-wee soccer--yeah, that Mike...not artsy, beatnik brother Mike who would've laughed at my greeting. This was straight-laced, YMCA Mike who was highly confused by my profane phone skills....oopsies. Major uncomfortable silence..........................But still, I guess it doesn't hurt to know--What is up, Bitch?? Ahh-ite, soccer practice cancelled. Yo. Word. Late. Out.
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