Go Oft Astray

Fio is fit to be tied. She planned everything so carefully, but nothing is working out.

As you know, she's gearing up for the conference, so Wednesday she had Botox. Well, when she drove her forty-five minutes into Austin the next day, she learned she couldn't have her scheduled microdermabrasion because she'd gotten Botox recently. No prob, she'd drive back home and check her calendar--all she had to do was get it done before next Wednesday, her departure date. So she drove through the sudden rain and the sudden sun back to Georgetown and checked in with the coumadin clinic, as scheduled, and picked up her alterations from the dry cleaner, as scheduled. Once home, she called for a new microderm appointment and learned they were full up till next Wednesday. No way. Grrrrr.

But the real kicker was the shorty pajamas Fio had paid to have altered. When she checked them, she discovered that instead of adding an extra strip of fabric down the side seams of the shirt, as Fio had wanted, the seamstress had added one wide swatch down the front. The result was ludicrous.

It was also the last straw. Fio exploded, which she rarely does, but then she's got a lot on her plate right now. Not just the conference prep, but Daughter's BD celebration, the closing on the house refinancing, a newly assigned lab blood test, locating a plumber, and getting the aerator sludge pumped out.

Uh, on the other hand, Fio just learned she finaled in her fifteenth contest, Central Ohio's "Ignite the Flame."