Mom sent me 2 cards. One was an invitation to the Family gathering and another one was congratulating me on my quitting smoking.
grumble, grumble, grumble
I said I was going to the family picnic but I said that knowing I could, at any time, change my mind.
This makes that impossible.
I want to go because she also sent me 4 birthday cards on my birthday-yes, FOUR. She's really good with sending cards and stuff like that. It always gets to me in my soft spot. Grumble, grumble.
I have to go. I have no choice now. She can be so cute and sweet. She really gets on my nerves 'cause she makes it impossible for me to hate her.
grumble.
Okay, I'm going. I want to bring you guys with me. I don't have a laptop though and my parents don't have a computer at their house. EEEEEK! I'm going to be all alone.
I have to go though. Okay, just wanted to update you on this.