Well, just shoot me.
It’s not as if I haven’t had a million things going on. Like getting laid off. Or going on vacation and getting sick WHILE on vacation. Or coming home just in time to help put on a team roping.
Not to mention wading through job prospects and trying to make decisions therein.
Two of the men in my life, ThatManILove and YoungerSon, had made a trip up to Ye Old College, secured an apartment for YoungerSon, etc. While they were there, they signed the Younger Son up for all his classes. I was so proud of them.
Except for...they didn’t pay for the classes. I remember asking the cost, and ThatManILove couldn’t tell me.
TMIL Oh, baby, I dunno. I’ve got those papers around here somewhere.
And then, in the next two weeks, voila! My world fell apart.
So, yada, yada, yada, yada. Here we are, one week before college begins, and I go online to pay for said courses.
The courses aren’t showing up on his transcript.
I sound the alarm. The alarmee turns on me.
TMIL: You said you’d pay those last week!
Me: I did?
TMIL: Yes. You said you were going to get online and pay them.
Me: I did?
TMIL: Did you?
Me: No, I mean, did I say that? I remember getting online and paying his rent.
TMIL: That’s what you said.
Me: What did I say? His rent? Or his tuition?
Me: Oh, NNNNNOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Yup. We had to get Blondie up and head him towards the school, 2 hrs away. Now he’s renavigating through registration, and hopefully he’ll be able to get most of the same classes. Thank God today’s registration...y’all pray for him!
I think I’m going to run to Vegas before ThatManILove hits the casa this afternoon. Maybe I can make enough cashola to make up for my freakin’ mistake. Meanwhile, Vodka Mom, will you start designing my casket?