WW vs WWU

i suppose i always will want to remember this story. 

so I was on the waiting list for the grad school program and should have heard any day the destiny of my future. ha. 

I was at Weight Watcher's last sunday working my meeting when my dad texted me:

dad: "Do you think you could pick me up if I run to Grandma's?"

me: "Yes! I am at WW. Definitely!"

aka I am at Weight Watchers which is right by grandmas, so that works perfectly that I could swing by and get you after the meeting. 

dad: "seriously?"

me: "yep. see you soon!"

finish weight watchers and go visit grammy and gramps and pick up my dad. 

we are sitting there chatting and my dad goes, "so have you decided that you are definietely not going to Western? I think it's interesting you don't want to talk about it."

me: "Ummm. why would I talk about it? I haven't gotten in..."

His face is so confused. 

finally we figure it out. He misread my text, at WW. to be WWU. He called my mom and told her, she told my other grandparents and my aunts and cousins (whom she was with) and blah blah. My mom and dad had an in-depth conversation about how they think it's odd I didn't tell anyone I had gotten in. my poor grammy was so confused when I had to explain to her that my dad was a little confused. 

 and then yesterday I finally got the confirmation.

nope. no WWU grad program for me. :(