|People. Or just 1 person.
||[Nov. 8th, 2014|02:29 pm]
I don't know why Tabor's ex-wife even bothers telling us when she's coming. In the 6 years that I've known her, I think she's been on time twice. About 98% of the time she's at least 30 minutes late. On one memorable occasion she was 6 HOURS late picking the kids up. When they were little 4 hours late was no big deal to her, although, of course, it's a huge deal to a little kid. The other 1.9% of the time she's so early that we're not the least bit ready for her. Currently she is 50 minutes late, because obviously no one else in the world has anything more important to do than wait around for her idiotic ass.
Last month we took a super-epic road trip to the north rim of the Grand Canyon. We saw California condors. We saw bison. We saw pueblo ruins. It was great.
Tomorrow is my favorite local event, the All Souls Procession.
I should post pictures.
Requisite Grand Canyon photo.
The best part of the trip was probably a hike we took in the red rock region outside of the city of Sedona in a supposedly magical place called Boynton Canyon. This is the place where you can find heart-shaped rocks, which you then hang in trees. There are also a lot of rock balances, arranged around the so-called vortex in an interesting pattern. We also climbed a very high and steep rock. Even I did it. We were pretty pumped.
We are very high up, and we had to climb to get there.
Ex is now a nice even hour late. I will eat my quiche and fold laundry and write comics and try to ignore her utter lack of integrity and interest in anyone else's convenience besides her own.