Oh my goodness, Capt. UberHusband and I had the best weekend.  Spent a lot of time at the pool, ran up exhorbitant bar/food bills at said pool…and we slept in.  Well, we didn’t really sleep in…but we were able to wake up without being forced out of bed by the dogs to tend to their increasingly growing needs.  That was nice. Sometimes it’s nice to send the dogs to doggie camp.  Don’t tell Cookie I said that, though.

Tragically however, all good things must come to an end…and I had to go back to work this morning.  What a downer.  I mean, seriously.  I’ll just leave it at that.

This was one of those days when I stop at random intervals and say, “Is there a full moon tonight?  Everyone is acting so completely insane.”  It was so completely insane of a day, that the high point was successfully creating a new Twitter avatar.  That’s setting sights pretty low, folks.  I shouldn’t find this surprising, though.  Things like this seem to happen between semesters for me.  It’s like as soon as one high-stress part of my life goes on hiatus…fifteen more are in the wings ready and waiting for their close-ups.

Here’s an insanity example, though…one that won’t get me into trouble with anyone.  Last week, I called the guy we’re renting our villa from in September.  I gave him our credit card number so he could finish billing the charge, and our address so he could mail us the keys.  Then I emailed him the address, too.  He called on Thursday and left a voice mail confirming he had all our info, and we were paid in full and ready to go.  Mahalo.

At about 4:30 this afternoon while I was on the phone with CU, Villa Guy called and left a message asking me to call him back.  I did…about twenty minutes later.  Keep this in mind.  Twenty minutes later.  When he answers, I tell him who I am, and that I’m returning his call.  He says, “Ah, yes.  Give me a minute to remember why I called you.” Twenty. Minutes.

He puts me on hold for three minutes, then comes back on the line asking what day we’re arriving so he can find our paperwork.  Where in the Hell did the paperwork go in…twenty minutes? I give him our arrival date, then he says, “Ah, yes.  I need to get your address so I can send you the keys.  And, can I bill the remainder of the rental to your Visa card, ending in XYZ?”

Um.  Dude.  You called me last week, telling me this had all been taking care of.  And…we don’t have a Visa card.  That’s someone else’s card.  In retrospect, I probably should have just said, “Yes, that’s it.  Feel free to bill the remainder of the balance to that card.”  He stuttered and hemmed and hawwed and said he was sorry, but he didn’t remember calling me last week.

Now, we rented the same villa from the same guy last year…but he and his wife have since divorced.  I would have preferred to have gotten her instead of him in the villa settlement.

But, that’s one out of probably…five separate (and shockingly, unrelated) incidents today which were of the same head-scratching caliber.  By 7 PM I finally wound down enough to go get Chipoodle for dinner, and am now watching Wipeout and drinking a glass of wine.  I will likely have a second glass, as well.

This might be a good night for Guitar Hero, too.  Or…kicking the asses of those smug Wii tennis nerds.