Sea trials not going well, so instead of arriving home Wednesday, Sailor will not be home till Friday afternoon.
Nevermind that the inlaws are arriving Thursday at noon.
Or that the one car I have access to right now is too small to transport three adults, luggage, and a wheelchair from the airport an hour away.
Big Brother does not take my wants or needs into consideration.
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
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