I get OCD when I travel, so while I *am* sympathetic, I’m also going a bit batshit crazy right now, cause I usually try to keep my OCDness to myself. So far tonight we’re obsessing on…
– Waking up on time. (I told her we would not leave for the airport without her.)
– Will her smokes fit in the suitcase (yes)
– My helping her w/her hair tomorrow. (No clue WTF she’s talking about there, it looks fine and I’ve never helped w/it before)
– Her being able to locate her “I’ve fallen & I can’t get up” button thing when she gets home. (It’s apparently either on her bedpost or in the nightstand. Hell, it’s all within a 3 foot radius.)
OMG, Cops is on (OK, I’ll admit, I enjoy it, cause it’s funny as hell most of the time) and they’re hauling off some screaming woman and my grandmother says, “I bet there is nothing worse than trying to calm a hysterical woman.”
I had to get up and leave the room cause there was no way in hell I was going to even begin to explain why I was trying so hard not to laugh. Nope, can’t even begin to imagine…
My brother is broaching the “Christmas in Phoenix” idea… Her reaction isn’t exactly enthusiastic. Shit. Shit. Shit. We simply CANNOT do this again next year. (We focused on the whole “it’s easier for us to travel than it is for you”, but ah well…)
