Happy Birthday Sis and Bro!

Well, I’m the biggest slacker ON the planet. I have birthday cards (sitting on my desk at home) and a present for sis (also sitting on my desk) and LOOK at the date, October 25th… their birthday already and I haven’t even had time to mail anything. I got my mother’s card to me over a week in advance of my birthday… why can’t I be more like her and be early for a change. Note to self: Next year bribe mother to slap my name on her cards, so bro and sis will at least get THOSE on time. Oh well, better late than never. I have a Saturday of errands planned, I’ll have to take care of my post office stuff then.

So, this week has been fun. Crazy, yes, but fun. Maggoo’s mom and stepdad were in town for the week, took The Gang(tm) out to dinner twice.. once “officially” for my birthday to the Cheesecake Factory… Mmmmmm…. Mag’s mom even brought me a book when she came, which I’ve already read and laughed my butt off at… The Idiot Girls’ Action Adventure Club. But, they’re gone now… and it’s time for cheese.

I just felt like a brief recap, since the week had been so hectic. Actually some BIG moments in my personal life happened this week, but well.. I’m probably in too pissy of a mood this morning to relate them objectively. Every little thing that could possibly annoy me this morning is…

First of all, I am wondering if it’s some kind of gender defect in men that they can’t communicate. If you’re pissy with me, let me know it. If you’re not, then don’t be snappy with me. And certainly don’t go on to “the world” about what a good mood you’re in when you were barely there with me last evening and couldn’t say two words without sounding pissed off. But now I’m just being pissy. Yeah.. Good Morning. It doesn’t really take much to affect me mood-wise, but.. most of you know that.

So now, let me just say that on some level I am actually not looking forward to cheese. For as much as I like to overanalyze and criticize myself, my own actions, and my own boyfriend (who, look, I just acknowledged in a post as a having, btw) I am not looking forward to a critical analysis by the posse. Not that the posse is cruel or incorrect or anything like that, just that maybe I already know how crappy some of these things are and I don’t feel so very pretty good about them, let alone good enough to try to justify them to the judging eyes of others. Perhaps, though, I’ve kept enough to myself this week that there won’t be sufficient things to talk about.

And perhaps now that I’ve written this I can spend the evening talking about how the cheese posse needs a new hobby. Although… after some of this morning’s conversations (and lack of conversations) I just have a 6th sense that tonight will be a big fat estrogen-filled men bashing extravaganza. Although, perhaps the wide assortment of presents that I think will be making their appearance tonight will serve to lighten the mood.

Anyway.. TGIC. I’m two days past my big super-final deadline, and no one has seemed to notice yet. I haven’t been able to make any headway on the project at work this week for all the other little shit, so perhaps I should try to do it right now, lest my Monday be a day of dodging shit from the fan.