If I were an honest person, my twitter would say...

ETK is all cry-y.

Editors note: beware, lots of F words below.

But, I'm not. And I don't want anyone to ask why.

I did talk to J today. 15 months to live.

Funnily enough, I don't think that's the cause of my cry-y-ness.

I'm tired. We got home, 6:30 ish (much to Baby's chagrin I made us stop by Target so I could pick up my coolio new iPod Nano - WHICH HAS A VIDEO CAMERA).

So:

• got home
• unloaded the car
• saw the fucking mess that is our apartment (bathroom renovations, remember?)
• stared at that for a while wondering what the fuck I was going to do about it and how in the hell I was going to unpack and repack BUSINESS CLOTHING in this mess.
• just decided to jump in and start swiffering (we don't own a real mop, unfortunately)
• also decided to remove all tarps and make bedroom remotely close to useable
• of course, about this time, Baby is just staring at me and starts yelling because "he knew this was going to happen that you were going to want to clean this whole me"
• REALLY MOTHERFUCKER? AND THAT'S A SURPRISE?
• Of COURSE I WANT TO CLEAN THIS MESS. I'M ANAL AND YOU FUCKING KNOW THAT.

Anyway, so I scream and yell at him that he just needs to go do whatever the fuck he wants and I'll clean. I'm the one who clearly has OCD and wants the place clean, he'd fucking live like that forever if it meant he didn't have to lift a finger, obviously.

But you know what it was? it's FUCKING GEORGIA TECH FOOTBALL GAME. Heaven fucking forbid something interfere with his football schedule.

And then, I thought about it a minute and got really pissed off.

let's analyze this for a minute:

• schedule Australia was a BITCH because of his stupid football schedule.
• So, instead of fucking inconveniencing him, I (BEING THE AMAZING FUCKING WIFE THAT I AM AND ALL CONSIDERATE AND SHIT) agree that, fine - I can go to a work conference one week, come home and turn right the fuck around and go to Australia SO IT DOESN'T INCONVENIENCE HIM.
• You know - so he doesn't miss one single fucking second of a stupid ass football game that they play every single year.
• fine, so I'm tired. We ALSO BECAUSE BABY WANTS THIS DONE BEFORE THANKSGIVING decided to renovate the bathroom the fucking week before that.
• So, here we are schleping the cats down to Pensacola so the work can start.
• here we are schleping the cats back home so I can unpack, repack and head to SFO after a mere FOURTEEN hours at home.
• So then I can spend all week working (admittedly - some of it will be fun, I'll get to see Frenchy! But seriously people? It's fucking work too).
• So then I can come home, unpack, do laundry and repack and head out the day after I get home to FUCKING AUSTRALIA.
• Kill me fucking now.

Anyway, so where the fuck is the THANK YOU BABY (to me) FOR SACRIFICING AND WORKING AROUND MY GODDAMN FOOTBALL SCHEDULE?

Huh?

Fuck off.

Really? I think I just want this to be over with.

Also - wanna know what's funny? The fucking iPod Nano I got was the wrong one, so tomorrow, I need to get up extra early to go return it and get the right one. FML.

I wish I had the energy and desire to post anything about the conversations I had today with my sister and J. I don't. Sorry. I will say that my sister? She's about to go to court for her EIGHTH ticket for driving without a license. My only response was "so....maybe you should stop driving? take public transportation?" Her response "well, how else would I get to job interviews" (She, who hasn't had a job in 1.5 years). My reponse "um, the bus." Her "well, that takes too long".

Huh.

I can't fucking help that situation if you are too stupid to see it yourself. FUCK.