miss juice, that photo is completely precious. It should win a prize or something.
I never got my bath with wine, being that I'm not supposed to 1) drink wine or 2) take hot baths. But I did just get up from a nap, hopefully curing the burning rage that has consumed me for most of the day. Except for that brief moment when the guy at Starbucks recognized me and asked how I was doing, then wished me well. That's when I almost started crying. sigh. Oh, the pregnancy hormones, how they torture me. (and sweets, and the lentil, and anyone else who crosses my path.)
kkmama- I'm hoping to avoid the mother/daughter thing by only having sons.
Speaking of my mom, she called me to tell me that my brother finally came out to her last night. Well, he didn't come out, but he did reveal that he's having "homosexual relations". Then she told me that he's really tormented and he's going through a difficult time right now. Gee, you think? Poor guy can't come out to his homophobe parents until age 37 and he's started showing symptoms of liver failure from his alcoholism, and he's going through a difficult time right now? Sometimes I wish my mom would step out of the happy little bubble she lives in and examine her own life, you know? geez. what a wingnut.
Okay- father's day? I got sweets some tools because we need them and he's too thrifty to buy them himself. In fact, I think he's never bought a single tool- everything in our toolkit came from me, from before we met. Anyway, i need to wrap those things NOW, but how do you wrap a 10-pack of screwdrivers? I didn't do anything for my dad, and I'm starting to feel a little guilty about that, but since he gave me 6 cans of soup for my birthday I should just get over it. Or I could give him back his cans of soup as a blatant regift...
I guess my inner rage wasn't quite dispelled by my nap. time to go grouch somewhere else. have a great weekend, all!