Cocaine Princess here.
Most of the time if not always I don't know what is happening in the neighborhood I live in. We constantly get flyers and newsletters in our mailbox with information of up coming events and of course there is Poodle Lady's insane petitions which are now sent to residents by email. I pay no attention to the flyers/newsletters other than they are sent on really pretty colored stationary. I leave that part up to my sister since it is more her type of thing.
This morning I was sleeping so wonderfully and having such pleasant and sweet thoughts only to have it interrupted by a sound. A sound? What sound you ask my dear readers? Well it was the sound of a doorbell. First I thought I was dreaming but when the ringing wouldn't stop I realized I wasn't. I looked at the time, 6:30am. Who is ringing the door so early in the morning and more importantly why?
I got out of bed and headed on over to "A's" room so she could check to see who it was. She wasn't there. I heard the shower running. During all this time the doorbell was still continuing to ring. Yes, yes I know, in the amount of time it took me to go see my sister I could have very well answered the door and that's what I did. Going down the stairs the doorbell kept ringing non stop.
"Oh good lord I'm coming,"I mumbled and thought, "if a strange woman is at the door asking for Tamara I'm in deep trouble." I predicted it would be one of the little lambs from next door. What now has landed in my backyard? One of their flip-flops? I checked to see who it was. So who was at the door? Let's just say my prediction was way off. There stood a man on my porch dressed in a wife beater shirt, jeans and a hard hat. Oh boy he definitely has the wrong house I thought. I communicated through the intercom.
"Yes, can I help you?" I asked.
"We need you to move your car, it's still in the driveway." he replied.
Slight pause on my part since I was confused and had no idea what he meant by that. I said,
"What?"
I know that wasn't exactly the most polite word to say but it was the first thing that came to mind.
"Your car, you need to move it to the street."
Still confused.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm here to reseal your driveway. I can't exactly do it with a car parked in the driveway."
I hurried on over into the living room and took a peak out the window. Most everyone's car was parked on the street and their driveways were getting resealed. This paving company visits our subdivision every year and every house on the street gets it done at the same time. I was hoping my sister would come down but she was still in the shower. I was still in my nightie and my hair was tussled: in other words I just wasn't ready to be seen by anyone!
"Can you come back later?"
"No we're on a tight schedule."
I let out a quiet groan.
"I'll be out in a sec," I replied.
I ran up the stairs, opened my bedroom closet, tore off my nightie, grabbed my little Juicy Couture shorts and top and then went into the other room to get a pair of shoes, and because I wasn't wearing any makeup, my dark shades and sunglasses. I ran back down, retrieved my keys from the kitchen and went outside to move my car. I wasn't the only one who had forgotten as I saw many other residents still in their robes and pj's moving their cars too. Making my way back into the house as quickly as I could who did I have the pleasure of meeting? Poodle Lady and her baby. Lord help me. After giving me her full head to toe stare she spoke.
"The sun isn't out. It's cloudy. So why the sunglasses?"
"My eyes are super sensitive this time of day," I replied. Yes I know it was a lie but like I was going to tell her the truth.
"Is it a type of eye condition?" she questioned and very suspiciously I might add.
"Yes."
"What's it called?"
"The doctors have yet to come up with a diagnosis," I said back trying not to laugh and continued.
"Look I need to get back inside."
"I need to talk who is ever in charge here. Do you know who that is?"
As much as I wanted to end my conversation with her curiosity got the better of me and I just had to know why. When I asked she explained.
"I'm not satisfied with the job they did. It's unsatisfactory," she snapped.
"I have no idea. You can ask one of the workers," I said.
I felt so very sorry for who ever was going to have the pleasure of dealing with her. Whether or not they re-did the job, I don't know.
Back inside the house I went and my sister was in the kitchen.
"Where did you go?" she questioned.
"I had to move the car. And thank you very much for telling me the people were coming over this morning to do the driveway. You couldn't have told me last night?"
"Darling I specifically informed you last week and because my words to you go unheard I left the letter posted on the fridge. Didn't you bother to read it?"
"The fridge is in the kitchen and the kitchen is the one section of the house you specifically banned me from entering. Remember?"
"The letter has been posted on the fridge for the past 3 weeks. When you placed the can of Coke in the freezer how could you have missed it?"
Hmm, I thought to myself...... Well I did notice a teal colored paper on the fridge with something written on it.........I had no answer for her.
"What would you like for breakfast darling?"
"A can of Slim Fast please," I answered.
"French Toast and hash browns it is," she said getting out the frying pan.
"Why did you bother asking me what I want for breakfast if you're not going to listen?" I questioned her.
She didn't respond. She just gave me a smile.
"I'm going back to bed. Call me when you're done making me a plate of grease."
HAPPY HOUR 8:30PM
Today Happy Hour in my household took place at 8:30PM. Tonight my sister fixed me a
POMEGRANATE COSMO
Ingredients:
Handful of ice cubes
1/4 Oz Rose's Lime Juice
1 1/4 Oz Citron Vodka
1/4 Oz Triple Sec or Cointreau
1/4 oz Pomegranate Juice
Directions:
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker and shake. Strain and serve in a chilled martini glass. Garnish.
And down the hatchet Day 9 of Happy Hour went.
My verdict?
Forgive me all you Cosmo drinking lovers out there but good grief it was disgusting. I had my drinkie while watching Hell's Kitchen and was about to a pull a verbal Chef Ramsay on "A." Disgusting as it was I did drink it all. Bleech!
Tomorrow Happy Hour Day 10.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess.
