Damned good intentions

[muckefuck]

Sis is apparently trying to show that Dad isn't the only one in the family who's mastered the art of the Bärengeschenk. I called her last night to thank her for the gift and ask her for the florist's contact info so I could reschedule the delivery. She said it was in a message on her machine, but she would text it to me "tomorrow morning". I woke up at 8 and there was nothing, so I texted and asked. She replied that she was going to Pilates and she'd have the info "by ten". Seriously? There goes any possibility of scheduling a morning delivery. Perhaps we can still salvage our afternoon plans if we can get a neighbour to stand in for us, but otherwise my sister may have just wasted $50 because she couldn't take 2 minutes to listen to a message and forward me the contents. Now I'm sleepy as hell, but I tried sleeping and I can't until this is resolved. monshu is back--the cooperative garage sale down the street was a bust--but he doesn't understand how my antiquated phone works. And now I see that it doesn't even have any bars at the moment! How did such a sweet gesture turn into such a royal pain in the ass?