WE ALL HAVE them in our lives. They live among us just to try our patience. Ms. Late and Mr. Early. Loved ones who can’t seem to get out of their own way and arrive anywhere on time. It’s a chronic problem, and they know it, but that’s how they roll.
“I’ll be there by 6:30!” Eight it is.
I’ve had conversations on the phone: “Supper will be ready by four o’clock. See you then.”
Hubby will give me a look. “Supper is at four?”
“No. It’s at six, but I’ve invited Tinkerbell.”
He nods knowingly.
I’ve even been in the room with Tinkerbell and said, “We’d better go,” and she agrees, “Righto!”
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