Shopping

Mom wanted to go to TJ Maxx and More. This is in Lisle. So, we stop, first, at Doug's house and we hang up the wreath that Mom bought for him. This was, like anything else I ever do with her, an ordeal. She had bought some pretty, silver hooks. These were supposed to hang on any surface. It would not, of course, hang on Doug's door. I'm smart. I had an over-the-door hanger in one of my totes in Doug's garage. I knew EXACTLY where it was -- which is funny, because I have no idea what is there.

Then we went to Joe's house. The hook worked on Joe's door because it is a glass storm door. But it didn't seem to work very well. We left it there and decided to check on it later. We also discovered that the wreaths came with a big jingle bell buried in the bottom of the box. We hooked it on and went on our way.

So off to TJ Maxx and More. Mom, though, heads down Wolf Road. I argued with her and even though I had never been there, I said it was the wrong way to get there. I call Dad and explain that she wants to go "Wolf Road to 30 and turn left on that one road down the hill like we used to go to swim meets." Um-hmm. I told her that "the one road down the hill" was 75th street. When I made her turn left on Douglas Road, she started yelling at me that I was wrong and she'd show me. I told her I wasn't. She was quite angry and told me that when she proved that she was right, she would punch me in the face and knock all of my teeth down my throat.

Yeah. I knew this was an empty threat and I also knew that she was wrong so I wasn't worried. A little later as we drove "down the hill like we used to go to swim meets," I got an apology (and Moose Munch -- don't ask).

We forgot to stop by Joe's to make sure the wreath was still up. Dad and I checked and it was solid on there. It's all good. Doug, in the meantime, found his wreath and called to thank us. I explained where the bell was while we were on the phone. He kept yelling that every time he opened the door, Amber would come running and jump on the door. This was dumb. He didn't need to open the door to put the bell on properly. Dad and I ran by there and I fixed Doug's fargin' bell. MEN!

I got the rest of a certain friend's Christmas gift in the mail, today. I am very excited because in addition to the two pieces of merchandise that I ordered, I got 3 extra pieces that are very nice to add to the gift. Total bonus. Almost makes up for the fact that the shipping cost me twice as much as what I ordered -- and that was UPS ground.

I'm done with my Rhetoric class. I have a final exam in Morphology on Monday. I'm not looking forward to it at all. I have to go out early to talk to Bonnie about the "proposal" for my Independent Reading class.

I subbed at Plainfield, again, yesterday. I subbed at Thompson Jr. High on Wednesday -- interesting note, my high school Algebra teacher was also subbing there (purportedly to earn money to pay for his daughter's divorce lawyer). I have a story about this which I will not share because I think it would really bother that teacher that I remember such a horrible outburst. It doesn't bother me at all (and really didn't bother me much, then), but I know it would bother him. Let's just suffice it to say I was a little shit in high school and I think I deserved it.

I really want a job at Plainfield North.