The answer is yes, but what was the question again?
When I moved over to the US, my past life, my mom came with me for the trip over. We were carrying my many many suitcases and my psycho cat Kokko. Every time we passed a security check at the airport, I’d have to take out the cat (which had, by then, woken up from its tranquilizers) and put the carrier in the x-ray machine. Taken by the whole procedure, I’d leave my mom to dwell with English speaking security guards that, without fail, would ask her if she had a laptop in her carry-on. My mom, without fail, would answer yes. And that is when I found out that my mom, when unsure about what people are telling her, will always answer yes, with a big smile and a vigorous nod of the head. This is especially funny when you consider the type of questionnaire you have to fill out on the plane, with questions that range from "Are you a habitual drunkard?" to "Are you a terrorist?". I don’t know why I thought of this, but it makes me laugh so much.
It’s 2pm and in 3 and a half hours I have to go to the hospital, then come back and go to bed (not only do Ben’s parents arrive tomorrow *panic stricken face*, but they land at 7.25am *grief stricken face*). I should clean, I should make this apartment shine and make them eat dirt (or not!) for all the grief they’ve given us throughout the years for being messy. As it happens, I just want to go fantasize about that, in bed, right before taking a long, toasty nap. There’s obviously a conflict of interest. Between my interests and something that doesn’t interest me at all: cleaning. This morning I took care of my new scooter which is already failing me. Yesterday I was supposed to bring some documents to my accountant (penniless I may be, but I need an accountant… I’m that cool!) - the city is claiming I owe them money in back taxes. Fools! - but when I went to turn the beast on, it didn’t make a peep. My battery was so drained even the clock wasn’t working. Fortunately it’s still under warranty, so they sent a dude with a tow truck that got my entire tiny street backed up. He juiced up my battery and sent me on my merry way to the repair shop. Turns out there is a problem (double duh!) and I hope they fix it soon, because I need my scooter. I had to hike back home from the repair shop, which wasn’t too traumatic. And then I took the car out and went to the accountant, leaving Ben double parked. He can’t speak Italian and he can’t drive. I don’t know what I was thinking. Yesterday I saw Fabrizia’s puppies and oh. So delicious. I really need to go clean. I can’t delay this any longer.