Grr. I knew it. I fucking
knew
there would some snag in my plans to go to Comic-Con. Apparently, I am expected to have no life and therefore be free to drop my relatives off at the airport that Sunday. And it fucking pisses me off that the reaction is, "Let me see what I can do; you caught me by surprise," rather than, I don't know, "We'll find someone else, then."
Well, at least my aunt's response was "You won't be able to drop us off, then." They asked if I could go another weekend, and I said was going for a specific event, so no. I think it'll be fine, but goddamn, did my uncle's first response piss me off.
t Daniel walks in as the wind whips through the open porch windows into the Bitches hall.
Hmmm.
t Watches the swirling patterns the discarded glitter and mallomar wrappers make on the floors.
Pretty.
Good luck to you and hubby tomorrow, Connie.
Connie, I hope everything goes well tomorrow and that this one really reduces the pain.
Good luck and lots of vibes, Connie.
Much ~ma to the hubby, and the surgeon, and to you Connie. May this give him massive relief from pain.
Procedure~ma for the hubby, connie. Lots of pain-relief~ma, too.
Connie tons of ~ma to your husband. I truly hope that the surgery helps to relieve a good portion of his pain.
Edited because I don't feel comfortable leaving a quote by a fellow student here, but let me just say, fairly sexist comment, that essentially said that the world is a mess because we have allowed female and male roles to get messed up. Had to vent.
~~ma ma and more ma to Connie and DH
sj, no one would blame you if you bashed that student with a hard drive. A big one.
