Posted by ClearSkies on November 23, 2007, at 9:58:27
I will NOT cook again. NOT doing this next year. NOT subjecting myself to being the slave to an entire family of do-nothings who drink all afternoon while I soberly prepare the meal in the kitchen. I want no part of this celebration ever again. So much anger in me right now, it feels like poison. And hurt, and I feel so stupid for thinking I could change how I feel by putting out a stupid jigsaw puzzle on a table. What a chump. No wonder I was running for the Xanax last year - I don't want to be with these people!!! I think I will go volunteer at a soup kitchen and let them do whatever they want without me. They might miss the cooking, but I know that I'm not willing to go down this road ever again.
Stepdaughter was a spectacle. Chatty-Cathy, all talking non-stop, a mile a minute, then passed out the next on the sofa. Then woke up, shivering to the bone. Then a quick trip to the bathroom for a repeat performance. I want nothing of that, either. She can fall apart on someone else's doorstep. Flu, my *ss.
And last night my poor father in law had to go to the hospital with prostate problems (((((FIL))))). So today is a gruesome cleanup day, and a worry while his condition is stabilized.
Where is that universal remote with the fast forward button?
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