Hope you both called it by now.
In the van, in traffic, in the rain, in a foul mood. Want to just go home and have a stiff drink or three, watch the Seahawks game, and relax. Instead, I have to go to the second birthday party of the week. Fuck me.
Gosh, I hope you aren't forced to eat birthday cake too. Oh, the humanity!!! Suck it up, Nancy!
It's being held at a bad Mexican restaurant.
So drink some bad tequila. Take it from a continuous lamenter, get over it and enjoy yourself instead.
You're drinking, aren't you?
LOL! No I've been dieting so there have been some hallucinations.
I wondered where the Pollyanna routine was coming from.
It's okay, the birthday party is rapidly becoming irrelevant. The way traffic is moving, I won't get home before 8pm anyway. Party starts at 6.
