why is it...
...that this week seems to be a conspiracy to piss me off?
Last night I was at the mall with Bradberry, Reeder & Charity. After we helped Bradberry choose an engagement ring for his girl, Charity & I went window-shopping at the "girlie" stores, while the guys were getting a bite to eat.
Then I get a phone call, it's Reeder and he's telling me to get over the Macy's right away, that Bradberry has to go to the hospital. We get to where they are, and Bradberry doesn't look so hot, but I didn't think it was anything that serious. Of course the paramedics decided he needed to go to the hospital...and of course we couldn't go to the one that was CLOSER to the base, we had to go to the one FARTHER from it. And after three hours waiting, it's diagnosed as a stomach virus, and he's discharged...so after an hour & a half of driving, we're finally back home.
This morning, I called my mother-in-law, since she is supposed to visit us this coming week. Well, she was supposed to visit us; her husband won't let her. Which means that we STILL won't have Cluny (mitch's monster tabby cat). And she doesn't have my siamese cat anymore. She let the next-door neighbors give her away. Didn't even fucking tell me until two months after it happened. And her husband is bitching about the one cat being there...when it was his pathetic ass that forced my husband to move before we had verified housing, so Mitch couldn't bring the cats with him. And if that had happened, I would have Halo still.
Ok, I'm done bitching.
Last night I was at the mall with Bradberry, Reeder & Charity. After we helped Bradberry choose an engagement ring for his girl, Charity & I went window-shopping at the "girlie" stores, while the guys were getting a bite to eat.
Then I get a phone call, it's Reeder and he's telling me to get over the Macy's right away, that Bradberry has to go to the hospital. We get to where they are, and Bradberry doesn't look so hot, but I didn't think it was anything that serious. Of course the paramedics decided he needed to go to the hospital...and of course we couldn't go to the one that was CLOSER to the base, we had to go to the one FARTHER from it. And after three hours waiting, it's diagnosed as a stomach virus, and he's discharged...so after an hour & a half of driving, we're finally back home.
This morning, I called my mother-in-law, since she is supposed to visit us this coming week. Well, she was supposed to visit us; her husband won't let her. Which means that we STILL won't have Cluny (mitch's monster tabby cat). And she doesn't have my siamese cat anymore. She let the next-door neighbors give her away. Didn't even fucking tell me until two months after it happened. And her husband is bitching about the one cat being there...when it was his pathetic ass that forced my husband to move before we had verified housing, so Mitch couldn't bring the cats with him. And if that had happened, I would have Halo still.
Ok, I'm done bitching.