Well, we finally know! Ian leaves on Sunday morning, and apparently, will only be gone for 3 and a half weeks now. I will believe nothing until I see it, though, things change around that place like...er...something that changes a lot. They are chimerical, ever changing, chaotic, whatever else. I'm glad we know when he leaves now though, it does make it a little easier to prepare.
Yesterday Ian and I decided that we needed to get out of the house and piss away just a little bit of our prosperity, so, I swallowed my new social conscience, and we drove across town to the South Edmonton Common Walmart. What an adventure! I had a bit of a headache when we left, but I figured I was just hungry. Anyways, after picking up some cheap Huggies, even cheaper kitty litter and some odds and ends, we headed to the check out. Why, oh why does Walmart never have enough tellers? No matter how many people are in the store, they never have enough tellers. So we waited in line for about 20 minutes. By time we got to the teller (useless tool that he was) I started to feel...shivery. My skin started to crawl as we walked out the door, and my headache got worse.
But I'm a trooper, I am, and we headed off to East Side Mario's. What a mistake. We waited for a table, waited for service, requested that Marys meal come NOW! Good God man! If we don't feed her now! She'll attack the other patrons! The server smiled serenely and promised that he would put a rush on the baby's pasta. Fifteen minutes later he appeared with bread, soup and salad for us. Mary devoured several pieces of bread and meatballs from the soup. Fifteen minutes after that the waiter appeared again and asked us if we wanted more. We said yes. Five minutes later more soup appeared, but my salad did not. Alak alas. Ten minutes later cold pasta was placed in front of us. By this point my skin was protesting the fact that my clothing was touching it. Mary ate more of her meal than I did of mine. By time we got home my teeth were chattering, I was soaked in sweat, all my joints ached like billy-oh and my skin was crawling like mad. Mary had a bad fever on Monday and Tuesday nights, I thought she was teething, but apparently she was not, and she passed on whatever fun bug she was fighting off to me. That's okay though, I feel better today.
I guess that's what I get for going to Walmart, eh?