I Survived

Okay, the afternoon with The Ponies ended up not being so bad. Hoss showed up at 12:30, but didn’t have to be at court until furking 3:00. My dad, who does absolutely nothing day in and day out, pretended to be busy the whole while she was here, and then promptly dropped his activity the second she left. We got back at 4:00. Hoss got back at 4:45. She hung around for no good reason waiting for them to get ready to leave and decide what they want for dinner. They are 8 years old. They don’t get to decide. Anyhoo. They’re gone, and I’m not too terribly stressed out.