We gave a bunch of stuff to the food pantry before we moved.

Bah, the realtor wants to drop the price another 10K. I can't even fathom how much money we will end up having to pay the bank at closing. Sigh, I want to go back in time and throttle myself 5 years ago before signing on to buy this fucking place.

Kat, UGH. I cannot even fathom the shitstorm you are weathering. I hope it turns around IMMEDIATELY.

Roman (our dog) is getting staples in his head. Sigh.

poor doggie. poor kat.

Oh MAN, Kat. I'm sorry.

Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!

FTR, I saw what you did there.

Watching the Suns lose to fucking Kobe again tonight. I remember why I stopped watching them before. I can't take the heartbreak.

So I was trying on the dress for tomorrow to pin shit (story of my life) and decided to try on the red dress from the last wedding. OMG, I LOVE that dress. Need to redo the hem because a certain threadpulling oldman cat got to it, but holy shit, that dress. I look helluva lot better in it now (I have much more waiste) than I did a decade ago (after just being goosed): [link] Just may take it with me and a bit of hem glue and scissors.

gorgeous.

The official wedding dress is a faux wrap. Black sheath underneath, sheer black with white polkadots, bell skirt, wrap top with vline ruffles, cap sleeves. Very 40s-ish. I didn't find any new shoes, so I am wearing my hooker platform, open toed, cross-toes, close heel, ankle strap shoes. Which I glued last night.

Pretty!

I got a little too, uh, relaxed accidetally. SNL sctually seems funny.

Really pretty, sara!

I'm winding down but still feeling anxious and tense and kinda angry. This does not bode well for dreams.

Last night, or rather between 4 AM and 6 AM I dreamt that I was in Martha Stewart's apartment with her daughters and we had all of this weird shared history. Like I was a family friend. But dream Me didn't get it and I didn't know the shared history so I just kept playing along.

So weird.