Why You On The Phone, Five In The Mo'nnnn?

Yo.
You know who this be.
I just got done running a call.
Yes, at 2 AM.
When I have to be awake at 7.
I'm an idiot, I know.
But it's liberating, actually :]

Anywho.
Today was pretty good.
If you read my blog from earlier, you know how my morning started.
Woke up late, talked to Grandma, had excruciating ear pain, etc.
Then we got a call.
Had to go to Wards Rd at Taco Bell.
There was a wreck.
It was quite comical.
Everyone who drove by saw Ma and I sitting in the truck and thought it was our car that had wrecked.
But in fact the people who wrecked had already hopped skipped and jumped away.
So that was interesting.
Anyway.
Mama and I laughed.
Jr got it all straight.
He was on camera and we figured he'd be on the news.
But we're not sure b/c we don't get that channel.
Anyway.
Delivered it, all that jazz.
Went to the Dollar Tree.
Bought stuff.
Came home.
Did nothing.
I took a nap & so did Junior.
Mama didn't.
Lawrence came to visit.
We talked for a while.
Melody came up.
Tired and sick.
We talked for a while.
And while they were here, guess who texted me?
My fiance.
Yeah, him.
"Hey babe. I'm at home. Sorry about today. You at your mom's?"
"Yeah"
"Oh. Whatcha doin?"
"Talking"
"To?"
"People"
"Ahh. I see. You're in a great mood, huh?"
"As great as you, my dear."
"Mhm. Well I was gonna tell you that I'm going out with the guys and won't be back until late"
"Cool"
"So you can stay at your Mom's as long as you want"
"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know I needed your permission"
"Allie, not like that"
"Yeah"
"Well, see you tomorrow"
"Bye"
Needless to say, I was a little pissed with him.
And I'm sure he's pissed with me too.
But oh well.
Anyway.
Then Melody and Lawrence left.
And we chilled.
Ate.
Chilled.
I talked to Twin.
And Aliyah.
Aliyah and I talked about creepaaas.
Anyway.
Then I took a shower and laid down.
Couldn't sleep.
Then we got this call.
We went and picked up the car.
Dropped it off at the lot.
Came home.
And here I am.
So yeah.
I'm gonna go to bed now.
I'm hot and uncomfortable and exhausted.
Not hot and bothered.
Hot and uncomfortable and exhausted.
Yeah.

SHABBA!