update to the master plan
October 19, 2005
an addendum to the previous entry. read it before proceeding with this one.
ding-dong, went the doorbell. i glanced out the window and there i saw a shiny silver truck that i knew belonged to hottie mchotterstein. oh shit, not again i cursed to myself as i realized who it was and didn't have a formal gown ready for wearing. this time, however, my dad was already downstairs and i let him answer the door as i rushed into my closet to put on any clean clothes that i could find that hadn't been slept in the night before. and a bra, because bras are good. no outsider needs to see the bumbling jubblies.
jeremy needed someone to sign the completed work order for yesterday's mendings, and for some reason my father didn't know what the hell he was talking about, so he called for my brother to go downstairs. by that time i had already changed clothes and peered downstairs into the entryway at what was going on. he didn't look as good as yesterday—i guess the ut halo/visor worked a lot of wonders. i rushed downstairs to see what all the ruckus was about before my brother could take over, which would have made my chances for woo-ing the mchottie nonexistant.
we chatted for a moment about the house and what work had been completed, then started talking about my attendance at texas a&m. (as a side note, as i left the house yesterday to go pick up my father, mchottie rounded the corner of the house after checking on something and noticed my expired parking hangtags on the rearview mirror with the a&m logo on them. he seemed pleasantly surprised that i went to school there, and we exchanged a couple of lines about schools before we had to depart. i knew keeping those damn hangtags would come in handy one day!) we briefly chatted about him attending UNT, my year-long attendance at UNT, why i didn't transfer to UT, and why i transferred at all away from UNT. "well... (lowering voice) i didn't like living here. the school itself was fine," i said. just then my brother came down and said, "...yeah, UT finally stomped OU this year!" to which mchottie replied, "they sure did. this saturday's going to be a good game. i'm a UT fan and my wife's a red raider, so..."
BALLS!
apparently my master plan's one-year warranty was more like a limited one-day warranty, contingent on him not being married.
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