All of my 10 regular readers know my darling son has been in Australia for (counts on fingers…) 8 days. The only communication I got from him was a text message the day he arrived saying he got there safely. Last night I sent him a text asking when his flight gets in & he said at 12:10. I haven’t heard a word since. It is now 4 p.m. Presumably, he arrived back in NY 4 hours ago. His cellphone is turned off. Well either that or the battery died. I don’t know if he has a ride from the airport. I don’t know what airline he was on. I have no idea where he is. And I currently have on my headphones with music blasting so if someone came & banged on my door, saying my son was kidnapped, I wouldn’t hear them. Why am I blasting music? Well because I need to drown out the bass of my dumb ass neighbor who is currently parked out in front of his house with his freaking car stereo so loud that you can probably hear it 5 miles away. It’s either that or I go out with a shotgun and shoot out his speakers. Oh, wait. I don’t have a shotgun.
Jul 22
posted at 4:04 pm
