No Surprise
I was a little dissapointed with spring break to Mexico this year because while I had a full itinerary the whole week, nothing really exciting happened. It's just one of those vacations where your everywhere doing everything, yet at the end of they day you still feel that there is something left to do.CJ and I spoke briefly the week before about her bringing our little group of friends over to spend a day with me in Austin. I didn't think anything of it, really. I mean, friends tell me all the time, "Oh, I wanna come over," or, "We should get together some time, I'll give you a call," and to my surprise, (NOT), no get-togethers or calls ever happen. What mumbo jumbo. But unlike most people, CJ keeps her word.
So she calls me at midnight the day I get back from Mexico telling me she's coming over with Phillip in the morning. OMGOSH. I start cleaning my house and restroom, running to Wal-Mart for snacks/drinks, waking up my dad to help make a list of supplies for barbecue and activites, mapping out Austin, txt messaging everyone to bring quarters for meters...I've never hauled butt like I hauled butt that night. It was great.
Now if you have ever hung out with me, you know that I have the wierdest-shadiest-most-random things happen (for some reason?). CJ is well accostumed, but I hope Phillip didn't get too freaked out.
Everything started out fine...they walked in, we sat at the table, and my mom placed the freshly-baked biscuits on top of the stove for cooling. We quickly got to chatting and reminiscing. It was a good 15-20 minutes of conversation when we see my mom histerically sprinting from the livingroom towards us. She had a dish towel in her hand as if waving a white flag for surrender and wailing out my name, "Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca!!!!!"
We all turned around only to witness a fire completely devouring our ever-so-freshly-baked-golden-brown-pillsbury-biscuits. I don't know about CJ or Phil, but my life flashed before my eyes, subsequently followed by a blanket of yellow blurring my vision. I got up, but I didn't know what to do (I mean, I started fanning the flame for crying out loud, exactly what NOT to do).
When my mom caught up I got out of the way, layed back, relaxed, and watched in awe. I got to witness firsthand the power of my mom. "Man, " I thought, "...look at her go." She put out the fire with her handy-dandy dish towel, through the biscuits, tossed the pan, and cleaned the stove in a span of 3 minutes. By the time I opened the garage door, my Super-Mom had already opened the rest of the windows. Holy cow!
After everything was said and done, we really weren't surprised. If anything, we were mildly perplexed that it happened within just an hour of "Becca" presence, ha. While my mom poundered the poltergeistiality of the event (since the oven was off and everything), I mourned the passing away of the blessed pan we owned for so many years.
O'well, that just gives me an excuse to go shopping [wink, wink].
posted by Becca @ 7:10 PM
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