Ky Jelly and boots
Saturday was a rollercoaster. After vowing never to go out again on Friday, Friday night beckoned and a friends leaving do was on. We had to attend. At this stage my poor body wanted nothing more to do with me and my shenigans but it came along for the ride. Hence when the alarm went off at 9 on Saturday morning to indicate the beginnings of the shopping trip with the kid, I was death warmed up. Nonetheless, I arose, got dressed and we hit the shops for 10. She decided to go out in what I can only kindly describe as her f-Me outfit. Knee length boots with heels to match, tights, ripped to shreds , some sort of hanky that doubled as a skirt and a small top. I was a already anticipating the stares. And had my glare firmly in place. First stop was China Blue for school shoes. The shoes that she was currently wearing were from when shes started school way back in first year. I think an investment was in order. She found the ones she wanted. After trying them on, she was putting her kicking boots back on when the zip got stuck. On both of them. The drama was only starting. She was bordering on hysterical. The shop assitant was lovely, she helped as best she could, whilst seeing to customers.
I eventually persuaded her that it would be best if we got a taxi home and she changed out of the boots. Mammy2 would sort everything out. She was near tears, muttering about how her day was ruined etc. but I managed to calm her down enough to her home. Once home, Mammy2 worked her magic on the boots to get them off which was a good start. This involved KY jelly and a lot of finger work. The kid thankfully found this hilarious and couldn’t resist making quips. Once she had got over to Why have you got KY Jelly. She was unlikely to believe the insemination story. Once she had changed into a trousers, thankfully, we were back out shopping again. Less of the stares now. We shopped until 12. She can fairly run around a shop , leaving me standing in the middle with underwear hanging off one ear and pyjamas off the other. She got most of what she wanted including new f-Me boots. Bought out of her guitar fund money. They are even taller then the ones she had previous. How she walks in them I’ll never know.
Lunch in Lemon Jelly , just because she worked there on her work shadowing and she wanted to show off. We got home as the rugby kicked off. How was that for timing. As we arrived in the door, laden down with bags, Mammy2’s ass was just about visible behind the couch . She was on full cleaning mode. The rest of the evening was spent watching the rugby, a dismal first half, fantastic second from the Irish, and sleeping. I was shattered and actually went to bed at 7. Unheard of , I know.
I was just no use to anyone. Mammy2 was delighted as she could hog the PC and play her Destroy the world games. Sunday was spent working on my other projects, I get sick of the extra work I have to do sometimes. But sure, its worth it for the extra funds it brings in. The kid headed to hang with J, the boyf down in Kill. She likes it down there apart from his bitch of a sister, who had the nerve to ask was she moving in when she called down this time. Like, the kid has been there twice. I’ve a good mind to head down to Kill and wallop her. But I won’t.
