Sunday

This weekend was pretty low key. I did nothing Friday and Saturday. I called my best friend and told her I was coming over to visit her on Sunday and see the baby. I hadn't seen her new baby in several months and I was beginning to feel like a terrible friend. She decided to cook me breakfast so we sat in her dining room and ate breakfast and talked over tea while the baby slept. It was really nice. Once the baby awoke I picked him up and played with him for awhile. He is the cutest little thing. He is only 7 months and growing like a weed. I am a little concerned though because his forehead is beginning to protrude a bit and it has me worried. I hope and pray he's ok. He was born severely premature (at 24 weeks) and 1 lb. He stayed in the hospital in the NICU for about 3 months or so.

After breakfast I ran a few errands then later that evening I met a friend for dinner. It was cool except my friend was over the top friendly with our waiter. First of all, she practically demanded this guy wait our table even though it wasn't even in his section. He did it though. He was a really nice guy. She was just harassing the poor kid. It was embarrassing. She requested his manager come over before we even received our meal to tell him how great she thought our waiter was. Okkkkaaaaayyyy. Anyway she then decides she wants to hook him up with a co worker she thinks would be great for him. Then she kept saying how she couldn't date a child, referring to the fact that he was only 22 and she was 40. Whatever. Weird. If it doesn't make sense to you then you are not alone because the whole exchange didn't make sense to me either.

As she was eating her salad she found a piece of shrimp. She brought this to our waiters' attention and asked for a free desert because he previously mentioned he bought an earlier table a desert for some mishap with their meal. I couldn't believe her.

Well when the check came and we divided it among our respective credit cards the waiter placed her desert on MY card instead of making it gratis or at least charging it to her since she was the one that ate it and not me. I just paid it without making a big fuss. Bananas.

Then I left dinner and went to visit mom. She was in the dining room eating dinner so things were cool. After she finished we boarded the elevator to go upstairs to her room. When the elevator doors opened on her floor and she proceeded out she ran down this poor little old lady standing there waiting to board with her motor scooter. I couldn't believe her. LOL Mom just turned around and kept it moving. Never uttering a single word to this poor lady. I excused us and apologized profusely. I felt so bad. She wasn't hurt or anything but it could have been ugly.

As you can see Sunday was crazy. LOL

UPDATE: The Analyst is still living with me. Every time it's a good time for him to leave something happens to prevent it. He is looking for a job in NJ or PA which suites me just fine as I want him to leave in a major way so I think this firing happened for a reason. Its what he need to finally move away from here. I'm keeping my fingers crossed he finds something really fast so he can leave. I'm still being very supportive though.