So, school is out (for the summer, at least) and most of my invitations have been mailed. Yes, that's right folks! I'm gonna do it. I'm getting married! Holy crap. (Breathe.....)
Nick's out of state for a seminar for work, which means I've been stuck at home tonight and tomorrow by myself--doing absolutely nothing! Well, I should clean. Those last few weeks of school were pretty rough, and it's a mess around here.
My Uncle and my little cousin (the flowergirl!) came up for the weekend. We have issues to deal with, mainly that my cute little cousin is now resembling a butterball. No, I let me refine that last statement: She IS a butterball. A big one. And she keeps getting fatter. (More fat? Who cares.)
The problem is, my mom is making her dress. And in two months, I'm kinda nervous about how well that dress is gonna fit after all the pop and ice cream they let that kid shove down her fat pie hole. I'm sorry, that's mean. She's so sweet (when she's not throwing tantrums) but something's gotta give. You just can't let kids eat like that. It's cruel.
I like venting. It's how I release my frustration. It is not healthy for me to keep my mouth shut. It just makes me even more angry. So, after my "fun" weekend at work, I'm ready to quit. I don't care if I had a decent review and raise--its a matter of principle. If I am supposed to be flexible with my schedule, it's only fair my bosses do the same. That's all. I don't think its too much to ask.
