This is why I hate these spur of the moment family lunch dates. I was just told around 10pm last night, and told it would be around 2. I got my shower, washed my hair, just stepped out when the phone started ringing and plans had changed to... We need to leave now and meet them at a place 30 minutes away. Um, no. Count me out. I'm not doing the sudden rush to lunch with soaking wet hair in 40 degree weather. *It will still be soaking wet when I leave. And really when the church crowd hits either. Trying to eat in restaurants in my area, at 12 on a Sunday, is almost impossible.
Now we're back to the regular schedule.
When I hear terms like "hipster" I think, who told cliques they could leave high school??
Last edited by Fifi.G; 01-12-2014 at 09:36 AM.