This past weekend, Keith and I loaded up the kids and trekked down to Springfield to see friends and family.
I talked to my mom on Thursday night, spent over an hour at her house on Friday night, but it wasn't until Sunday during lunch with my oldest brother that I found out (from my SIL, NOT my brother) that my youngest brother is getting married.
In a month.
April 5th, to be exact.
And my youngest brother refuses to answer his phone when I call.
Coward.
I'm in a funk, dammit.
7 comments:
Sorry sweetie. Hope you are getting lots of real hugs in addition to a virtual one from me:(
Sorry to hear about that. Ahh - the random cruelties of family and religion . . .
It's this never-ending winter, it has everybody in a funk. At least the weekend was a break from it.
Ugh, sorry to hear about the insanity.
((((hugs)))))
:)
That sucks beyond belief :( *giant hug*
Thanks everyone, I feel a lot better today, partly because of all the hugs!
Where the Hell is my post that I made yesterday?
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