Wednesday, April 26, 2006
impending arrival, stressed.
Back from Old Trafford FA Cup semi-finals, where we had front-row seats, thanks to Jeremiah. I learned a few Chelsea cheers, which goes something like: "Hello, hello, we are the Chelsea Boys!" "You are my Chelsea, my only Chelsea, You make me happy when skies are grey, You'll never notice how much I love you, Please don't take my Chelsea away!" "Chelsea... CHELSEA! Chelsea... CHELSEA!"
Etc etc etc. I'm not sure, but I think I heard "Liverpool, shit!" as well, if not, it's probably "XXXX, shit!" - I should clarify with Jo. Disclaimer for all Liverpool fans like Jess - I'm NOT SURE! No offence meant, okay? You guys won after all! Anyway, the Mother is arriving a day earlier - TOMORROW. In exactly 12 hours. This means I have to hide all my bank statements, my phone bills, my library fine receipts, my (very few, I assure you) recent shopping purchases, my mountains of books/CDs/scores, my emergency stash of junk food and many other items that cannot be named. Oh, the pain! Have I mentioned? She's staying for an entire week. And she also fervently promised that she'd follow me wherever I go. It'd be fine, I'm sure, but I can't stop my eyelid from twitching.
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