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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2007-12-02 08:31 pm
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2007-12-02 08:31 pm
Drama queen, that's me.
::nods::
So after morning Mass, we take ourselves off to SM Makati because Ailene needed a new jacket. The old one was stolen (along with the house service cellphone and some of Ailene's money) when Jocelyn decided to sneak out like a proper thief after Ma read her the riot act. The househelp network says she was last seen riding pillion on someone's motorcycle. ::shrug::
But I digress. We went to Surplus Shop, where the maid bought her jacket and I bought two skirts *and* five (count them!) new dresses. Sleeveless, and made of some sort of jersey material, so that it sort of flows over me and doesn't make me look like a blimp. Throw a blazer over it, and I'm good to go for anything starting from cocktail hour. Two are black, one is brown, one is green - and all in decent prints too.
With that in hand, and after a quick washroom stop, Ramon took charge of the bags so the maids and I could get cracking on the grocery list. In the middle of the vegetable shopping, Ramon messaged me if I had the sections of the newspaper he had been reading. Somehow he had managed to lose them. The last message I got from him was somewhat rambling, but I didn't think too much about it.
Until I started messaging him that we were ready to go, and he didn't respond. We checked out of the supermarket, Ailene and I did a sweep of the ground floor, nothing. I tried messaging him, still nothing. I tried calling him, nothing.
By this time, I was working myself into a high state of worry, wondering if the tone of his last message was maybe the early signs of hypoglycemia. I checked the parking lot - nothing. Went back down, still nothing. Told the maids to wait for me by the door, Ramon was sure to turn up.
Went back to the car, and proceeded to break down for at least five minutes...while the remaining logical brain cells I had left were trying to tell me that maybe I just missed him, maybe he was in the washroom, maybe his phone was in a dead spot. Because he always manages to message me when I message him, even if it's only "K" to say he got the message.
Brought down the car, and there was hubby with the maids. ::insert scene of vast relief mingled with a very strong desire to strangle hubby:: It turned out (a) his phone battery died, and (b) he went to look for us, so our paths crosssed everyone else's but our own. Waaah!
Note: Even if you have loved someone for 16 years, it is still possible to want to strangle them when things like this happen. Even if it is your fault for working yourself into hysteria!
All's well that ends well. Picked up a chicken bucket from Jollibee, and a free newspaper to replace the lost sections that started all of this. Ramon plugged his phone into the wall charger when we got to our room, and in less than two minutes received all my frantic messages. He apologized and gave me a hug afterwards, and that was that.
Will finish posting this, then go and get myself ready for bed. Am not sure if I want to make some decaf, or plain hot chocolate before bed. Told hubby that I'd be in somewhat early...ha, famous last words. We'll see.
^__^
So after morning Mass, we take ourselves off to SM Makati because Ailene needed a new jacket. The old one was stolen (along with the house service cellphone and some of Ailene's money) when Jocelyn decided to sneak out like a proper thief after Ma read her the riot act. The househelp network says she was last seen riding pillion on someone's motorcycle. ::shrug::
But I digress. We went to Surplus Shop, where the maid bought her jacket and I bought two skirts *and* five (count them!) new dresses. Sleeveless, and made of some sort of jersey material, so that it sort of flows over me and doesn't make me look like a blimp. Throw a blazer over it, and I'm good to go for anything starting from cocktail hour. Two are black, one is brown, one is green - and all in decent prints too.
With that in hand, and after a quick washroom stop, Ramon took charge of the bags so the maids and I could get cracking on the grocery list. In the middle of the vegetable shopping, Ramon messaged me if I had the sections of the newspaper he had been reading. Somehow he had managed to lose them. The last message I got from him was somewhat rambling, but I didn't think too much about it.
Until I started messaging him that we were ready to go, and he didn't respond. We checked out of the supermarket, Ailene and I did a sweep of the ground floor, nothing. I tried messaging him, still nothing. I tried calling him, nothing.
By this time, I was working myself into a high state of worry, wondering if the tone of his last message was maybe the early signs of hypoglycemia. I checked the parking lot - nothing. Went back down, still nothing. Told the maids to wait for me by the door, Ramon was sure to turn up.
Went back to the car, and proceeded to break down for at least five minutes...while the remaining logical brain cells I had left were trying to tell me that maybe I just missed him, maybe he was in the washroom, maybe his phone was in a dead spot. Because he always manages to message me when I message him, even if it's only "K" to say he got the message.
Brought down the car, and there was hubby with the maids. ::insert scene of vast relief mingled with a very strong desire to strangle hubby:: It turned out (a) his phone battery died, and (b) he went to look for us, so our paths crosssed everyone else's but our own. Waaah!
Note: Even if you have loved someone for 16 years, it is still possible to want to strangle them when things like this happen. Even if it is your fault for working yourself into hysteria!
All's well that ends well. Picked up a chicken bucket from Jollibee, and a free newspaper to replace the lost sections that started all of this. Ramon plugged his phone into the wall charger when we got to our room, and in less than two minutes received all my frantic messages. He apologized and gave me a hug afterwards, and that was that.
Will finish posting this, then go and get myself ready for bed. Am not sure if I want to make some decaf, or plain hot chocolate before bed. Told hubby that I'd be in somewhat early...ha, famous last words. We'll see.
^__^
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Sorry. That was random. :p
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::squish::