That bitch disappeared again.
Oh, hi! I pulled a no-show on the blog again but I’m sure you’ve come to expect it. Sorry! Last you knew, I was headed to CT on a bus full of jack-offs for my sisters shower. Sadly I brought my camera but forgot the charger. Balls. The celebration was fun– Lisa had a blast and we all enjoyed spending time with the family. (Minus the creepy uncle. Every family has one.) I stuffed my face full of red velvet cake and ice cream all weekend. Came back to Boston feeling like a bloated tick.
The past week was kind of blah. I’m in a serious funk. I might diagnose myself with clinical depression– loss of interest, isolation, eating like an elephant (yes, that’s part of the criteria.) Not sure what my issue is but hopefully my mood will improve soon.
This past weekend I hit the road again for my sisters second shower. Spoiled little bitch. I kid. We had to have two showers because my step-mother and mother can’t be in the same room together. There’s dysfunction in every family folks. My sister looked stunning as usual.
I’m only slightly bitter that I look more pregnant than she does.
Another weekend of stuffing my face with cupcakes and cookies. But seriously, how was I to resist?
Zachary cupcakes! Cookies were hidden
in my belly on the side of the wagon.
My mom got a little carried away with the baby gifts.
At this point I am baby showered out but spilling with baby fever. Someone knock me up, quick! I should probably get health insurance first. And maybe some money in my back account. And maybe someone to have sex with…… Oh well.
Anyways, the ride home from PA to CT took 6 hours instead of the usual three. Then I hopped in the car for another 2 hours to Boston. I was heated.
My depression + my state of bloat + traffic = the biggest asshole on the planet. You know when you’re completely aware that you’re being a bitch but can’t seem to stop no matter what? That was me. All weekend. I’m sorry mom, nana, lisa, and random strangers I might have offended along the way. Girlfriend needs an attitude adjustment asap.
I had plans to go away this holiday weekend but cancelled them to hang at home with Eleanor. I cannot think of anything else I’d rather be doing. She’s the perfect medicine.
I can’t handle that face.