Sweatpants and Tuxedos

When I was a sophomore I used to run around the neighborhood to stay in shape. One Saturday evening I had just returned from a run when there was a knock at the door. I answered to see Brian Ridenour dressed in a tuxedo. To say the least, I was mortified. I was in sweatpants, I was sweaty, my hair was a disaster and I'm sure I stunk. He came in and told mom and I that he was taking Martina to the prom that night but he didn't know where she lived and he needed directions. Mom said that I could just go with him and show him where the house was. I almost fainted. How embarrassing. So I went with him. We actually did talk thank goodness. To sit there in silence would have been a slow painful death. Then as we pull up I start to get out. He tells me that they can drop me off. I explained that I'm already in my running outfit so I may as well run home. In all reality I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Soon after, Brian left on his mission. When he returned the first thing he did was ask me out. He told me he always wished that he could have taken me to prom that night. Soon after our first date we were married. Now we go running together sweatpants and all, but we also like to get dressed up sometimes too. This time we are either both in sweatpants or both in our fancies.

I saw a leprechaun today. He brought me a pot of gold. I took my pot of gold to the bank and exchanged it for some American dollars. Not too wise, I know. So now I'm a millionaire. I am currently flying in my own private jet to my new condo in Salt Lake city and after that I will make a stop to my new ranch in Carson City. I bought both of those online as soon as I got back from the bank. Now, don't worry, I promise all of you a new car. Hey, I've got an idea. If nobody else is doing anything today, let's all go to Ireland right now. That would be fun. Well, leave a comment if you want to go too. Don't forget to wear green.

The other day I was getting my boys ready for school. We couldn't find a pair of shoes for one of the boys. Normally, I would have already been standing by the window watching for the bus. But this day I was looking in the trunk and under the coach. I heard something outside so I opened the door to see the bus was already there. It was about two minutes early. I called Dougan over but the bus was slowly driving away. I figured it was okay because the other boys were running so behind that I knew I would have to drop them off anyway and it wouldn't be that big a deal to drop Dougan off too. So we all got back to looking for the shoes. Then we had to look for the backpack and the jacket. While I was looking for those I thought I heard something outside again. The bus was back, so I called Dougan over again and we went out to the bus. The bus driver started yelling at me that she had been out there for two minutes waiting for me. I told her I had already seen her leave and was just planning on taking him to school myself at that point. She didn't listen and just kept going on about how she's going to be late now because of me. I told her, that I didn't ask her to come back.
I was so upset by the way she was acting that I called the transportation depot. I told them what happened and he agreed that there was no reason for her to be snippy with me. I explained that I didn't ask her to come back and that it was her choice. He told me that normally they don't come back but if they have time they will. Now I was really mad. She acted like I had ruined her whole morning, but really I didn't. She chose to come back because she had time. Okay, so I was fuming and I debated picking Dougan up from school that day so I wouldn't have to see her. Then I decided to let him ride the bus home.
When the bus came she wouldn't look at me. I just stared at her smiling. The next day was the same thing. She stared out her window and I was just smiling at her. This went on for over a week. Then last week I saw her breaking her route and she came up a different street and totally bypassed my house. I waited ten minutes after the time she should have been at my house and then I called the transportation depot. He radioed her and told me she'd be there in five minutes. When they came she apologized for being late and said it was because another parent wasn't there the first time so she had to go back. Hmmmmm. So at least she was speaking to me again. Then on Friday I went to watch Koen's 2nd grade class swim at the YMCA. She was there. She has a son in the same class. I talked to her as if none of the other stuff had happened and she seemed to let out a sigh of relief and talked to me throughout the duration of the swim class. So, it looks like things are resolved and the bus driver is no longer angry with me.