When will we become independently wealthy so I can begin living my life of leisure? I had to take today off work to put the finishing touches on the house. See how work keeps interfering with my life? :) Hopefully people will want to see the house this weekend while Nelson’s being boarded and we’re out of town. Tomorrow I’m getting my hair and nails done, we’re dropping Nelson off at Posh Pets, the kennel, and we’re hitting the road.
My cousin Stephanie is getting married Saturday in a little town a couple of hours away. This wedding should be interesting since my father will be there. Jerry Springer like drama is sure to ensue. We haven’t seen or talked to him in 3 years, since my last cousin’s wedding, but before mine & my sisters’. You know you’re up for some drama when the bride emails you with “Oh, and Insert Father’s Name will be there, but he’ll be with his girlfriend, so she should be able to keep him under control!” Great. My father, or Big Loser as we like to call him, is like the quintessential used car/insurance salesman. It’s a wonder I’m even related to him at all. Let me paint a picture of what he was like the last time I saw him. At a wedding mind you. He’s a gold chain, deck shoe no socks wearing guy who keeps his short sleeve dress shirts unbuttoned too low so you can get a peek at his oh so sexy hairy chest that sits just above his beer belly that hangs over the waistband of his too tight Dockers. Now add a cig in one hand, beer in the other (although he claims to have quit both vices), big Charlie Brown sized bald head that still shows the scars of a hair plug operation gone bad. As Marc, my brother in law, said once “He looks like someone hit him in the head with a golf shoe!” Pray for me people.
Bless Your Heart 