as if the cricket outside our bedroom window hates ME more then I hate IT.
Every.single.night I lay awake to its chirping.. (it might as well be fingernails on a chalkboard, or ice chewing, or some sort of torture device found in the museum portion of Medieval Times)...it's like it has a vendetta against me.
In past summers I would go outside, in my pajamas, with a broom and shoo it away. Now we have a new neighbor next door and they come outside at odd times....that is all I would need is him to walk outside and see me under my bedroom window (almost on his driveway) in my pajamas, with a broom (that sounds like I just solved Clue!).
I may have to take my chances.
Off to St. Paul tomorrow for my cousins wedding. I haven't a single thing to wear, so, I am off to the store tonight to find something. Let me tell you how much this sucks when you are fat. Nothing like clothes shopping to push you right over the edge before you jump into a minivan with your older sisters and your mom for a 6 hour drive.
Oh--- it will be one of those "interesting" weekends, I can feel it!
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