"Come on over over, we're having a party for you." ~ Yacht
That's right. You're all invited to my party. Who, or more appropriately, what are we honoring at this grand gathering? Self-pity, of course! (I could have easily quoted Monica for this post since her ode to PMS pretty much fits my current state of mind).
The IRS hates me. I couldn't sleep last night. I'm a bad mother. I'm a lackluster wife.
It was T's birthday a week ago and I didn't even post about it. Things sort of came up that distracted us from fully celebrating. We will be having a belated BBQ celebration this Saturday, so I am actually throwing a party for someone other than my own self-pity. Patting myself on the back between keystrokes.
Also, my sunshine