- 4 years ago
- Wedding: April 2018
I love having a three day weekend, seriously, its the coolest thing on Earth, but the week after is like trying to fit ten pounds of shit into a five pound bag….and today SUCKS.
Its raining in Colorado, and while I’m glad on some levels, because we need it to keep our lawn from burning up like a cinder, its making my hair, ENORMOUS! Honestly, if it gets any bigger we’re going to have to evacuate the top floor of the building because my co-workers will be in direct peril of becoming lost in my frizz for all time.
Mr. 99 is sunburnt, he went shooting at our mountain property yesterday and even after I reminded him that sunblock should be a priority…he came home looking like a lobster and about as pleasant as one because he found out his son, who does not live with us, was caught stealing the parts out of a car…..suck.
Since Mr. 99 was gone all day long yesterday, I brought my puppy to work with me, and while he was a complete angel the whole time….I sincerely think I broke my dog. I had to give him a bath on account of one of my co-workers who smells like the perfume counter at Macy’s made out with him the WHOLE DAY, he was exhausted to the point of crying when I woke him up to go outside this morning and I feel like a horrible person for making him so tired.
My grandfather, who is 92 and awesome to the point that I’m really proud to share his genetic code, is out of options when it comes to his cancer treatment and has pretty much decided to stop treating his illness because he’s not getting any results and the treatment makes him sick…so this is essentially his LAST summer and I always knew we were going to get here sooner or later, but he’s one of my best friends and one of maybe four people that understand me on a fundamental level….the possibility of losing that makes me terribly unhappy.
I think my father has made a decision about our new employee, I did tell my SIL and she sent him her cover letter and resume….I overheard him talking to another employee that he’s made his decision, but he didn’t say who….now I’m shitting myself because if it isn’t my SIL, I’m going to feel bad.
I’m overloaded with paperwork, my boss/Dad is in a foul mood and did I mention I’m on my period?
Thank god for chocolate, or I’d probably be in here crying….a lot