I am home. The holiday at my mother-in-law's went well. My family seemed to be well hidden under their rock (a good thing) It was so very lovely to arrive back at mi casa.... even with two feet of snow on the ground. It was a long drive home, blowing snow and icy roads and idiot drivers who knew how to handle neither of the aforementioned obstacles. I was able to have a lovely and long anticipated talk with a friend and enjoy a little nap.
I have become such an optimist lately...so, of course something has to create a blemish on an otherwise blissful moment.
My sister apparently called and left a message while I was gone. I am so attached to my cell phone lately that I rarely bother with the home phone. After my nap and folding laundry, I saw that the message light was blinking; my mind never went to the possibility that I should check the caller ID to see who had called. Mainly I held the phone away from my ear to avoid listening to her while the message played (for some ungodly reason the voicemail will not let me skip or forward).
The condensed and nice version of her Christmas message informed me that I am: mean, self-centered, spiteful, awful, cruel, and heartless.
Frankly, I would have preferred that she had awakened Christmas morning with amnesia in regards to having a sibling. Who spends their Christmas morning doing shit like that anyway? Open a present for fuck's sake and smile.
This old year is ending; a new one is on the way. May the mound of hatred and spite and nastiness be buried, may flowers of hope, love, and joy cover it over... choking the very last breathe out of anyone who says another mean thing
Now, pass the wine... I am drinking out the fucking bottle.
I have become such an optimist lately...so, of course something has to create a blemish on an otherwise blissful moment.
My sister apparently called and left a message while I was gone. I am so attached to my cell phone lately that I rarely bother with the home phone. After my nap and folding laundry, I saw that the message light was blinking; my mind never went to the possibility that I should check the caller ID to see who had called. Mainly I held the phone away from my ear to avoid listening to her while the message played (for some ungodly reason the voicemail will not let me skip or forward).
The condensed and nice version of her Christmas message informed me that I am: mean, self-centered, spiteful, awful, cruel, and heartless.
Frankly, I would have preferred that she had awakened Christmas morning with amnesia in regards to having a sibling. Who spends their Christmas morning doing shit like that anyway? Open a present for fuck's sake and smile.
This old year is ending; a new one is on the way. May the mound of hatred and spite and nastiness be buried, may flowers of hope, love, and joy cover it over... choking the very last breathe out of anyone who says another mean thing
Now, pass the wine... I am drinking out the fucking bottle.
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I got the hat from a clothing show in October. I took the card from the guy - I'll find his store and get you one, if you like. What colour?
Family drama can really suck sometimes. I hope you were able to enjoy the holidays! Here's to a New Year!