Damn, damn, damn
I know next weekend is still 7 days away, but I'm already dreading it. My brother is getting married. That's cool. What I don't like is that it means the whole family is going to get together. Yuck! My family being all together under one roof always spells disaster. Nobody gets along. Still the head witch...um, my mother, keeps planning all this extra shit to keep us all together. She has delusions. She thinks if we spend enough time together we will grow to like each other. Not so. I think I will spend the weekend in a drunken stuper, numb to all the family bullshit. This is how I get thru the dreaded December holidays. At least the wedding is being held at a winery! I've been told I have to show up 2 hours early for pictures. I think I'll show up 3 hours early and have a glowing buzz for the pics! I'll need to remember to take a bib along as I have a tendency to dribble. Don't want to mess up my nice clothes too early. Thats another piss-off for me. I HATE dressing up! I also hate large gatherings. Add dressing up, a large gathering, and my whole family and you get a taste for what Hell is all about.
I've been sentenced to Hell.
At least for that weekend.
I've been sentenced to Hell.
At least for that weekend.