Small Town Softball and Grocery Adventures
27 Jul
This weekend was crazy busy. We had set out our plans for heading out to the ‘burbs on Friday evening. That is, until P decided to throw a wrench into things. S wrote her first thing in the morning to ask if we were still on for dinner. We were all going to K’s place where I would be staying the night and P and S would head back to P’s place where S was staying the night. I would be spending Saturday playing softball in Small-town Ontario and S would be taking the gal pal to her annual vet visit.
P replied back to S asking if we would be having dinner somewhere near her place. S let her know that we would be having a bbq at K’s house. P began to make excuses about just staying home to chill. S was livid, this was yet another instance of P acting very strange and anti-social lately. When S asked what was going on, P remarked that nothing was up, she was just tired and busy and wanted to unwind at home. “We’re all busy, but we make time for each other,” S replied back. “If you’re too tired, I’ll just go home after dropping Liz off.”
“No need to make a big deal out of it,” P immediately got defensive. “Plans don’t have to change just because I want to stay home and relax.”
It took S all of her restraint to not write back something nasty. She refrained and decided not to start WWIII. Eventually, P came around and decided that she would join us for dinner.






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