Little Bits of Random

It was an ordinary week. Nothing much of note happened.

Or so it would seem. Drove Alison to summer school every day, with differing traffic. We leave the house each day before 7.15 a.m. Most days we are there by 7.30, but yesterday, Thursday, we weren't even off the access road on 290 by 7.30. Weird — today I was driving home by 7.32. The traffic here is beyond comprehension.

Went to the Woodlands Mall to return our .mac package; when I tried to register it told me the access code was already in use. These numbers are totally random in appearance — not likely that someone could just guess it. And the package was sealed. Weird.

Browsed at the Woodlands, but didn't buy anything (except for Fathers Day gifts for the dad). I found the *cutest* marked down Ralph Lauren outfit at Foley's (our Ayres/Famous Barr alternative, soon to be Macy's). But even marked down it was pretty pricey. And I can't be sure that I like it that much.

Found out that two of the guys from ZZ Top live in the Woodlands, from our overly chatty clerk at Ayres/Foleys/Macys. (The new cards will be in the mail soon; corporate folks are coming in to start the transition. I'm surprised I don't this guy's marital status and birthday.)

Oh — got rear-ended exiting I-45 (the north freeway) onto Spring Cypress. We weren't going very fast, and the guys who hit me were very nice. Damage is very minor, but I'm sure it will require an entirely new bumper. Didn't call the police, and their boss has called twice to assure me that they will take care of it (I think they want to avoid the iinsurance company). So now I have to take the car in for an estimate and have it in the shop. Grrrr. But considering how fast people drive and how many accidents there are, I should consider myself lucky.

The pool deck is done — yay!! Now Maddie complains that the pea gravel hurts her feet. Um, it's too late to change it?

And I'm a single parent no more — the prodigal father returned from his business travels. The girls, who were wonderful all week, fought ridiculously over the temperature in the back of the van driving to dinner. It had nothing to do with said temperature, but was all about control; the fight started before the car even had a chance to cool down. What is up with that? As Gary mused, is he the problem?

So, the weekend begins. Rain in the forecast, so we'll be looking for something fun to do. Watch Crash? Furniture shopping? Time will tell.