Mom was leaving at 6:30 and came in to tell me goodbye and to ask what time I need to get up for my Review Committee. I, in my sleepy daze, mumbled that I needed to get up regular time as always, cause it was at 9. She says, “I thought it was at 8.”
So I said, “Go see on the letter on the fridge.” She goes, and it’s not there. “That’s the Jury Duty letter,” she yells.
Great. So now I’m up at 6:30 looking for that stupid letter and worried that my review is at 8. Mom had to leave, and now I’m sitting here half dead… I KNOW it’s at 9. I still can’t find that stupid letter tho… *sigh* This is a great way to start the most nerve wracking day of my life…