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The Bad:
* The last portion of Breanne's visit. She and I were supposed to go back to NoVA together, and she makes me wait all day for her to sell clothes - as that is the only way she will have the money to get back home. She asks me to spot her the money just in case she doesn't sell well, and I agree. Then I wait, and I wait, and I wait. Luckily, my hunch served me well. I had a feeling she had left without me. I was beyond livid. I was huffing and venting like a madwoman to Josh. So get this, later that night she phones me, using the most lame excuse I'd heard in ages. Then she follows this up with, "So, are we going to hang out tonight?" Yes, stoking my fires once more! But I very calmly said, "Well, I don't think so..." and she has the audacity to hang up on me! Thanks, I haven't been in the fifth grade for a while, I forgot what it felt like.
* For whatever reason, for a series of three days, my eyes became inflamed, puffy, and just plain sick. I'm unsure of the cause at this point. Could have been any number of things: dirty little fingers adjusting contacts, Kittles, dry eyes, or germy pillow cases. I'm convinced there's more to add to the list, but I digress.
* Photographer striving for sexy shot sliding off shoulder strap, only to deliver unsavory picture of me looking like a slag with my nipple peaking out. I will never hear the end of it.
The Ugly:
* See nipple story above.
* The last portion of Breanne's visit. She and I were supposed to go back to NoVA together, and she makes me wait all day for her to sell clothes - as that is the only way she will have the money to get back home. She asks me to spot her the money just in case she doesn't sell well, and I agree. Then I wait, and I wait, and I wait. Luckily, my hunch served me well. I had a feeling she had left without me. I was beyond livid. I was huffing and venting like a madwoman to Josh. So get this, later that night she phones me, using the most lame excuse I'd heard in ages. Then she follows this up with, "So, are we going to hang out tonight?" Yes, stoking my fires once more! But I very calmly said, "Well, I don't think so..." and she has the audacity to hang up on me! Thanks, I haven't been in the fifth grade for a while, I forgot what it felt like.
* For whatever reason, for a series of three days, my eyes became inflamed, puffy, and just plain sick. I'm unsure of the cause at this point. Could have been any number of things: dirty little fingers adjusting contacts, Kittles, dry eyes, or germy pillow cases. I'm convinced there's more to add to the list, but I digress.
* Photographer striving for sexy shot sliding off shoulder strap, only to deliver unsavory picture of me looking like a slag with my nipple peaking out. I will never hear the end of it.
The Ugly:
* See nipple story above.