The Ninny Diaries

Another day, another dumb exchange with the numbskull.

Even after all of these years, it never ceases to amaze me how the Fedster's brain works. It's as if he's in his own little world where everything and anything revolves around him. Sadly, that's not the case and when it's pointed out to J-Fed, he doesn't take is so well.

This weekend I'm going out of town with the kids for a much-needed vacation. OK, maybe that sounds like an oxymoron. You see, it's very difficult to get some R & R when you're officially with the kids 24/7. At least at home, there's school and activities to break up the day. With vacation, there's no rest for the weary, but plenty of rest for the wicked (that being J-Fed who'll be thousands of miles away without a care in the world).

Needless to say, J-Fed wanted to see the kids before he left. I had no problem with this whatsoever. What I did have a problem with was the fact that he wouldn't give me a set time as to when he'd be by to see them. Not that this was different than any other day. You see, apparently it's my duty to be on call and cater to his visitation schedule. He's a very busy boy whereas I am supposedly not. I don't have a job and responsibilities. I'm to be available when he wants me to be available. It's almost laughable... almost.

At 5:30 p.m., I hadn't heard from him. I assume he was still working. It wouldn't have been an issue if I hadn't had an appointment to get my eyebrows done. This wasn't a want... it was a need. Unless I wanted to leave for vacation looking like Oscar the Grouch, I needed to have my ass planted on the eyebrow-plucking table at 6 pronto -- no sooner, no later. You can hold up progress.

Kiki: Hey. Do you know what time you're going to be here to see the kids?