Eejits R Us
How in the name of all gods did I suddenly become so bloody disorganized? I spend way too much time chasing my tail. I've got new clients coming out of the woodwork and haven't a clue when I'll get them all seen each week. Wedding plans are full steam ahead and I'm getting less than no help from Bridezilla or my mom. Her dad calls me twice a week for “How much is this going to cost” update when I've told him I'll call when something new happens. He talks more than anyone I know to say practically nothing. sheesh. My Gran is dying. Again. I think it's the real deal this time. No more rabbits to pull out of her hat. Sad but realistic. It sounds hideously callous, but I hope if she's going, she goes soon enough that we can get it all dealt with and over long before Kat's wedding (4/14/07). There'll be a fight with that old bastard she married. They signed a prenup, but I'm quite sure he drugged her up, then slid something under her hand to sign. I'd rather see it all go to lawyers than him get one red cent. He could have been nice. I'd have been ok with him if he had been nice, but no. And Gran made her choice about who was important to her two years back, so my grieving was pretty much done back then. I've spent most of the day on the phone with caterers, florists, Kat & my mom. Not one client seen or one hour billed. Damn, it's almost 3. Maybe I can scare up someone to see. I at least need to go to the PO to send out some smellies to folks. Oh and the library. I have a book that's waaaay overdue. Oops.