So, I’m getting dressed to go out for a New Year party. Little black dress and hated panty hose. Make up is great, shoes are good, dress looks great. Bill is helping me with my coat…its flipping cold in Houston…and suddenly Lucky runs over and claws my leg and sheds on Bills pants.
Declawed cats can put runs in stockings.
Butthead cat.
Everyone waiting in the bar (we did have reservations) is on their phone, so I thought I should try to be one of the crowd. At least I’m doing something cool like checking out the Dope. Bill is looking at reports and maps.
On rereading this it occurred to me to wonder if your in-laws drink coffee. Like maybe they gave this to you so you can offer them a cuppa when they come to visit?
No I haven’t but I also don’t get most of “cool” side effects of drugs. I only get the bad stuff like rashes and dry mouth. And sometimes they don’t work at all. For example, I have to take a TON of Vicodin to get it to work.
I honestly just want to feel normal again. Before all this came to a head, I felt like I knew myself and I was mostly comfortable with my personality. Now I feel like I’m two different people stuck in one body.
I’m still getting used to a weekly poke with a medicine self-injector. There are several steps to preparing it, and I’m very methodical. However, today somehow the needle cover popped off and I stabbed a finger on my other hand. Oops! No longer sterile, ya think?
I just got in an order, so I have more of them, but d’oh and ouch.
I was just happily eating 2 cheese sandwiches made with buns. I had eaten one sandwich and was working on the second one, when I realized there was MOLD on the bun! I quickly spat out what was in my mouth and threw out the bun.
Of course, the first bun, the one that I’d entirely eaten, probably had mold on it too. Ew. So much for my plan of not getting sick before Monday! I hope I’ll be okay.
Argh! I either bruised or broke my dominant hand last night in a stupid fit of anger (punched myself in the knee) and I have to go remove about 9 inches of snow this morning. This mental state is not sustainable either physically or mentally
Longer answer is that I am in the midst of a long-term (> 1 month) depressive episode, and this depression tends to manifest itself in self-destructive behavior of one type or another. The type of anger exhibited here often arises in brief moments of frustration, but is thankfully always self- (or inanimate object-) directed.
I assume my hand is not broken, as I can move it with some moderate pain. It is swollen, but not showing any evidence of bruising, even though I am on blood thinning medication. Just keep popping Tylenol as needed.
Well, let us know how it goes - if there wasn’t even enough on the bread for you to taste it, it doesn’t sound too bad.
I don’t think that’s it; this has happened before - the gift to both of their adult children is the gift that their daughter wants (I’m married to their son), and we just get the same thing whether it is appropriate for us or not. Their daughter drinks coffee all the time, and she loves her new Keurig machine.
ETA: I feel like a heel for complaining about what could have been a very nice gift. It just isn’t any use to us, and it seems to show a complete lack of being aware of who their son is.
My sister is a cunt.
Six more fucking months until my son graduates and I am out of here.
My sister is a CUNT!
Her husband is a dumb fuck because he still hasn’t caught on to what a lying two-faced back stabbing bitch that she is.
Now she’s mad at me and starting shit because her dog is a bitch.
Her fucking bitch dog attacks my dog every chance she gets. My dog will be laying there minding his own business, or just follows me through the house ans her dog attacks.
Her idea of correcting her dog is to talk baby talk to her in a sing song voice and say ‘oh my widdle cutie girl you know you aren’t supposed to do that’. Same thing when her stupid dogs try to jump on the stove.
Baby talk and a sing song voice isn’t going to cut it.
So her dog attacked my dog the other day and my mother yelled at the dog and my sister got all pissy because my mother hurt her dog’s widdle feelings. So she called her dog over and started petting her and telling her that mean old grandma didn’t mean to her her feelings.
WTFever!
So two nights ago her dog went off and after my dog again. The dumb ass bil had to hold her dog by the collar while she was snarling and growling and lunging at my dog. I’m sure it was uncomfortable for him (like I give a fuck if it was) because he has a bad back. In the meantime her other bad dogs tried to grab his steak off the table, so while he’s holding onto snarling and lunging he’s also trying to block the other dogs from getting his steak.
So I said yeah I can see where my dog is the bad dog here and the one that starts all the fights.
So my mother laid into my sister and told her she needs to get her dog under control or get rid of her because she’s not going to have that behavior in her house. Now somehow this is all my fault and my sister is starting her shit again.
Well, you don’t see my dog attacking other dogs, and you don’t see my dog jumping up at the stove, and you don’t see my dog getting in the trash or taking food off the table. It’s not my fault she’s a stupid CUNT and can’t get her dogs to behave.
I’m trying so hard to stick it out until my son graduates in June.
I haven’t really had a beef with people on this board before. Plenty of people have said things I don’t agree with, and when that happens, I usually just stay out of those threads. But now people are saying things about me personally that aren’t true.
People on this planet can be amazingly petty and full of shit. Also both on this planet and on this board people can be amazingly generous and compassionate. Sometimes even the same people.
