Right now, I've not really been able to write too much because my home is full of strife. I guess we all have our moments of misery, but sometimes I want to give up and walk far, far away. People who like to dish out misery are really strange creatures because they sure don't like it to boomerang back on them. We all know the kind...likes to dish it out, but can't take eating their own dish.
Guess what? Mama is NOT happy. Have you heard the saying, "If Mama ain't happy, ain't no one happy." Well, I have a dense one in the group over here that is doing things specifically to make Mama very unhappy. Not advisable. I'm a woman over 40; we are dangerous creatures.
Anyway, my oldest daughter will be here this evening. She and her fiance are coming into town. Of course, it's been a rough Friday for him at work. He'd planned to be out of there early, but a gas line created a problem and that created a delay. So, my daughter is twiddling her thumbs at her house with bags packed at the door, ready to leave. She worked a "sacrificial" weekend so that she could have a weekend off. It's like that at her job. She has a load of stuff packed to share with me about the wedding...invitation designs, wording, paper selections and more. It's exciting stuff to us gals.
Makes me wish I knew calligraphy! I'd hand address every one of her invitations. Wait! I think there's time to learn!
So, I have had one of those weeks. No one likes to be insulted, but I'm getting older and figuring that I might do a bit of hell-raising each time someone calls me a name...I figure that I better really work on making that name-calling WORTHWHILE. Except for the word Butt-head...I would not want to work on becoming that definition.