imfrickincold

Okay. I Give Up. my grandmother is, coincidentally, up here visiting from seattle, on the same weekend that it was my birthday, right? also, i had a friend who's known me and my mom since... before i was conceived, and he drove in from a town about 3 hours away to have dinner with my family. so it was kind of a once in a lifetime deal. granted my husband and i have been fighting, we had, by saturday, decided that we would stay together, and im leaving for boot camp (marines) on like october 18th. It was also my 21st g.damned. birthday. he didn't have to get me presents. all i wanted was for im to go to my dinner at my moms house, which she had made all from scratch, and all my favorite foods. pork loin, mashed potatoes, broccoli with a bunch of butter on it, fresh bread...an apple pie and a chocolate cake. she spent all day making this dinner. when i woke up, i woke him up, and hour after that i woke him up again, an hour after that, what did i do? woke him up again. THEN, when i was actually walking out the door, i woke him up again. he failed to wake up fully or something, because he called me like an hour later and told me he might be able to find a ride in if i really wanted him to go. i told him it was too late and i was already pissed. i don't know, i don't ask much, and this was one thing that was really important to me. now he's going to buy me a bunch of presents to try and make up for it, and it won't help, and then he'll just bitch about how much money he'd spent. So, i got back from dinner, and picked up the dog crap on the stairs that he had let sit there all day. at midnight i went to a shitty ghetto ass bar and drank. woo hoo. this was probably my worst birthday ever.