We left my Sapphire and babies (cry!) and made it to Grandma’s house.
So far, I’ve only overheard that the Twitches are too behind in speech and she purposely did not tell my cousin and his wife (because Grandma doesn’t like her) that I was coming into town, and THEN had me call him like it was something funny. I’m slightly mortified, but whatever. I’m sure its something that I can easily explain… they were pretty understanding last year when I handed over a can of lice spray and begged forgiveness for bugging up their couch with my infested son. Gaah.
Yep, that’s it… so far. I’ve been here for six hours.
What is it about passive aggressive people that must somehow interrupt my zen with their nonsense? I need to work on some sort of happy face force field.
Three full days. I can do anything for three days.





5:51 am on July 21st, 2010
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12:06 pm on July 21st, 2010
Fake it ’til you make it?
If all else fails, head east. Northeast.
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Max Reply:
July 21st, 2010 at 1:13 pm
@Holly, so long as it’s via SW OH!

.-= Max´s last blog ..And the beat and summer heat goes on… =-.
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11:18 pm on July 21st, 2010
I think it might be your karmic debt, actually. Passive aggressive people.
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11:41 pm on July 21st, 2010
yes yes…head northeast!
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