Saw a fabulous bumper sticker on the way home today:
Hope is not a foreign policy. Just ask Neville Chamberlain.
Odd occurrences of late (note the common denominator of Meredith):
- Meredith drove to Quizno's, parked the car, and waited for another car to pass before she crossed the parking lot to get to the store. As she crossed, the car she'd waited for stopped and backed into her, then drove off. Yes, she's fine. I did get a very incredulous call, though. "Someone ran into me!" Then she opted for the comfort of Coldstone over the numminess of Quizno's.
- Saturday night around 10:30 I heard the door to the apartment open. Assuming it was Meredith, who'd spent the evening visiting her friends from our old house, I called, "Hello." A very male, "Hi, Mom" was the response. I recognized the voice as belonging to Mer's ex-boyfriend Derek, and assumed that they'd hooked up somewhere over the course of the evening and she'd brought him home to hang out. As I was running around in my jammies, I started for my bedroom door to tell Mer I wasn't dressed for company and I'd rather she took Derek home. Just before I got to the door, Derek asked, "Is she back there with you?" He wasn't with Meredith at all. The boy had just walked into my home like he lived here!
- Around 11:00 Saturday night, Mer called to tell me she'd locked the keys in the car. In Leesburg. (Read: 30 minutes away.) We only have one working car at the moment because I haven't gotten the convertible fixed from her little run-in with the curb several weeks ago. Fortunately her dad was able to bring her home and James took me to get the car on Sunday. We had to jump start it because Meredith had locked the keys inside with the radio on.
Other random things:
- Went to see Prince Caspian with James and Sheridan yesterday. Had a good time. Sheridan liked it, but was disappointed that it didn't remain faithful to the book. A hard lesson to learn at the age of 10.
- Speaking of Sheridan, she amuses me. (I know, not exactly news.) The other day I went over to Richard and Tracey's to pick up the lasagna and barbeque Richard had saved for me - Have I mentioned my love for my BIL? - and Sheridan was slicing up a Japanese persimmon. She'd never had one before and wanted to try it. She cut a piece for me, too, and after I'd eaten it she asked my opinion. I told her that I liked it, it was sweet. Sher said, "I like it, too. It's subtle." And it was. I smiled and Mer gave Sher the 'Could you be any freaking smarter?' stare.