I survived yesterday. Someone showed up with a dozen more liquor store boxes, and we did what we could. The office wasn’t completely packed when we left, but what remained belonged to one person who could deal with it alone. I didn’t kill anyone, everything I concern myself with is taken care of, and the rest is Not My Problem. Leaving work early on a gorgeous Friday was a nice touch though; the extra hour and a half of freedom almost made up for the ass marble the size of Pluto (which is a planet, damnit).

I’m sitting here on a Saturday morning in my underwear, and I am out of sorts. Josh and Shan are out of town for the weekend, and Ed is off “entertaining” a coworker. I ended up cleaning the entire apartment by myself last night while Ed was out drinking with his work people, and today he is out taking a visiting coworker to a park and getting sweaty. I did a little more housework – look at me, I’m a Domestic Debbie – and am now verbalizing my angst for lack of anything better to do.

I’m not so annoyed that Ed is gone as I am annoyed that he left the TV on NASCAR – seriously, what the fuck.

This picture was taken a couple of days before our wedding. In the picture are Christy, Heather, me and Ali – all clanmates and bridesmaids:

Three of those girls are currently raising or baking children.

Guess how relieved I am that it’s not four?

Bring on the cramps!