Things, Stuff & Such

Looks like the April Fool’s scare was a hoax. That is good news – didn’t think it would come to anything, but no way we were going to risk it. I called the boys on Friday evening to see if there was any news about the scare, but they had no news and were pretty much over the whole thing. It was just a day off for them, I guess.

My brother came down this weekend with his wife and son. It was nice hanging out with them. We went to a nice Chinese restaurant on Saturday night. I don’t go out to eat much during tourist season; everything is so crowded and uncomfortable it is just not worth the hastily most of the time. We got to the restaurant and sure enough it was packed. I foresaw at least an hour Waite. We walked up to the hostess and I asked for a table for three.
“Do you want inside or outside seating, or first available? There is a ninety minute wait.”
I volunteer that we sit outside. I like to eat outside, especially in the evenings. But it was chilly and my sister-in-law doesn’t like the idea. My only hope that first available ends up being outside. While the three of us are scanning each other for someone with the answer our pretty young hostess interjects that if we take outside she could seat us immediately. Wide eyed I nod excitedly to the others. What a break! I have not gotten immediate seating since I took the boys to McDonalds for breakfast. My sister-in-law give it a bit of thought and acquiesced. The meal was very good and our waitress was okay. She wasn’t the best, but she was pretty and she knew that would help her at a table that was two-thirds male. By the end of the meal it was getting kinda cold, but I was still glad to have been sitting outside.

Earlier that Saturday I tried to call my boys but accidentally dialed my ex’s cell (I use my contacts list to dial and wasn’t paying attention to the actual number). She answered and I said hello and asked if I could talk to the boys.
“They aren’t here. Why are you calling my cell?!” (yea, she was yelling)
“Oh, sorry. I must have hit the wrong number. I’ll call them later.”
Just then my nephew makes his ‘happy noise’ (he’s not talking just yet – but soon).
“Is that a baby? Who’s baby is that?!” she inquires firmly.
“That’s my nephew”
“Your nephew is older than that! Who’s baby is it?!” (yelling again)
Well, now I’m out of answers. It was my nephew, but apparently I made it up.
“It’s my nephew.” I offer in vain.
“John, who’s baby is there?!”
“I told you. I’ll call the boys tonight, bye.”
The woman is nuts. I no longer have any idea what is going on in her head. What does she think? That I have another child and don’t want to tell her? That I am dating a woman with a baby? What business is it of her’s anyway? She is remarried to a man with two daughters and I didn’t even raise an eyebrow (I had met him already and he is cool with my boys). She can’t be mentally stable. Since our divorce she has actively tried to ruin my relationships and interfere with my life – but that’s for another blog I think.