I Often Wonder About Myself...
Sunday, May 16
~(~@--------------------------------oOo-----------------------------@~)~
Where to begin???
Well, have you ever woken up and just known it was going to be an *off* day? That was yesterday. I got up , woke everyones else up and kinda felt that the day was off. Well, I keep checking to see where mom is. Not home. So needless to say I don't call her. We go to WallyWorld (WalMart) and let Branden (kinda) pick out his own present. He picks out this pop up cardboard playhouse that you color on. Nifty idea! But then I see a little bike with training wheels, he didn't want it until I told him we could take it to the park and he could ride it. Then he damn near threw the playhouse thing at me.
Well, then we are off to Publix for the cake. Get there and I tell them the name the order is under. They say they don't have anything. So I tell the lady that is said happy birthday Branden on it. So the other lady is all like *Ohh, I have one of those* and she brings it over for me to see. WRONG CAKE DIPSHIT! This cake said it, and was spelled right and my name was on the order, but the cake was white with blue lettering! I ordered a damn Dora The Explorer cake! SO I kinda half went off. The lady is all like I can fix it. 15 minutes.
So we walk around the store get a few things we needed and go back to the bakery where they are still working on it. SO more walking (and spending) for a while. Then, finaly! It's done. I didn't look at the price, but they upped the charge $3 b/c now it's a Nick JR cake! So I am now an hour late for the cake cutting. My mom was supposed to be here at 12ish for it and Amanda had been here for almost 2 hours.....ALONE! When I finaly get here, mom has left a message, she says she has left and will be back later. So I call her friends cell...
*I will be home sometime later, don't wait for me to cut the cake.* I thought that meant 4-5 like she said. We did the cake at 3ish. The whole time Branden was asking for his Mina! That bitch! Any rate. I open the cake box and the top layer is falling off. I called the bakery and went off on the asst. manager. He has a refund waiting for me.
Mom ends up coming home after 8 and Branden is in bed. I go over there and tell her he is in bed, she asks me why, whats wrong. I juust starred at her and said *IT'S PAST HIS BEDTIME! THAT'S WHY*! I could have strangled her right there on the spot! Any other day I would not care, but on his birthday!?!?!?!?!?!?! What's wrong with her?
There is sooooooooo, much more to say, but I cannot. I really cannot keep this up, I am going to have a damn stroke.
~ Love * Love ~
~(~@ ~M~ @~)~
4:35 PM
0 Peoples Feelin' The Love
Leave Some Love / Read The Love
~(~@------------------------------oOo------------------------------@~)~
