April 30th, 1982
Since I can't say this out loud without having 788253 family members jumping down my throat (or waking up Tommy, who just went to sleep), I'll just say it here:
SOMETIMES I BLOODY HATE WORKING WITH FAMILY ALL THE DAMN TIME. ARGH.
And sadly, the weekend is over. I hate Mondays.
Although, this particular Monday is somewhat brighter since today is the day my sisters turn the ripe ol' age of twenty-two. Tommy was excited that he got to send a present to his aunts.