Y'all my friends punk'd me at my own house. Right in my driveway.
Y'all know that Teresa was coming to help me get my stuff under control. Amy, from Chattanooga, said that she wanted to come, but she had decided that since I had been given so many set backs that it made more sense to come out after the carpet was down and after they had at least gotten the work done.
Well Teresa is on her way to the big ATL at 9:15 am. She calls me as she is passing through Chattanooga and off she is to ATL.
The next time I hear from Teresa is when she is at Target. Now I am on the phone with my friend Amy, who is SUPPOSE to be at Lowe's picking up some stuff for her husband and son to do the manly man thing on a Sunday.
Well, I am on a conference with Amy and Teresa while on my way to the Mall of Georgia. Now I hang up with Amy and talk with Teresa to let her know that I am on my way.
Of course she immediately tells me that she did not stop to go potty. And apparently she must go and take care of her business.
Oh let me digress..while I know that this is another story for another time. Let me just say this... you are not allowed to go potty when you are with my friend AMY from Chattanooga. And don't let her drive because she will tell you to hold it...
So now back to my story... So I finally get to Target, which is all of 5 minutes away. Teresa meets me at the dollar spot. Well then we go down the mall to Archivers.
Teresa from the front of the store sees the signs that say CLEARANCE all the way in the back of the store by the restrooms. Off she goes to search through all the bins to find the perfect deal. While she is searching for the never ending perfect deal, I am walking around the store trying to kill time.
Now, we have two Archivers in the state of Georgia. So since they live in Tennessee and don't have one, I try to give them as much time as I can possibly stand. Now y'all know I worked their in the very beginning of my scrapbooking days.
Now mind you Teresa has not eaten all day and she is hungry. So I call in her order to the local Chinese Food Take Out joint.
Well they say that it will be ready in 15 minutes so I am thinking that this is an in and out thing. She will find that perfect deal and then she will be ready to go because her stomach is going to speak louder than her pocketbook.
Not my friend Teresa. Teresa decides that she is going to look through ALL of the paper that is 50 to 75% off. See Teresa is a paper ho. Yes, she is addicted to paper. She is even more addicted to the paper deal. If she can get it for less, she is getting it.
Teresa will call me up from AC Moore and tell me about the deal and we will try to figure out if we can get it wholesale cheaper even after shipping. I mean she can even do the tax in her head that is how good she is about the deal.
So finally due to the large amounts of PEER PRESSURE, I caved in and start looking through the paper.
Well as I am looking through the paper, I am thinking to myself that I only have 7.00 cash in my pocket. Do I want to spend it all on paper? Do I need the paper? I will not have any money to my name until Monday afternoon. What should I do?
So, Let me tell you have about 20 seconds of guilt and one look at the old Daisy D papers, I said to hell with it and stood next to my friend and picked through the paper.
I felt like a Paper Ho in training.
I did not realize how much paper you could collect and NEVER USE.
This is the true definition of a Paper Ho: A SCRAPBOOKER who loves paper more than embellishments. She has at least two sheets of each paper in case there is a need for the two page spread. She does not use certain papers because she is waiting for the perfect picture for the paper. There is a little bit of Paper Ho in all of us.
Well finally after much nagging, I get her to register, pay for her stuff and off we go to pick up her food that has now been waiting for over 40 minutes.
We finally get to my driveway I pull up to put the car in the garage. Teresa drives right past my house. I go running down the driveway screaming "TERESA!!! TERESA!!!" My arms are flailing and next thing I see another very familiar car with the window down and a blonde head hanging out.
IT IS AMY. She is suppose to be in the local man store getting some things for her husband and son to male bond over.
NOPE, I was punk'd.
They were at exit 109 when I was trying to push Teresa out of Archivers. Teresa was trying, not successfully, but trying to get me to stay in the store so that Amy could punk me in public at the Archivers.
Well after all was said and done, I put them to work on my Craft Room, we had dinner and Amy went back to Chattanooga in time to get to work today.
I figured since I would have to tell the world that they got me on the first try, I would put them to work.
They scraped my windows clean and then hung a blind for me. Gotta love my friends.
until we meet again,
OHHHHHHH how I wish I could be waiting on her while she looks at paper! It's the little things we appreciate when they are absent from our lives. Oh and BTW, paper is beginning to take second place. She's a Biker Chick!
Posted by: Scooter | 24 September 2007 at 01:43 AM