Today I was doing good, I got laundry done at a decent hour. I was even being good and cleaning my room up so that it didn't look like a tornado had hit it. Then the males in the house came home from fishing, and they decided that they wanted to go and do something. I suggested we go and actually sit down at a restaurant to eat, then we can go anywhere from there. Well we tried this new place, it was very good, but I got embarrassed at that place too. Apparently I am not allowed to speak for myself. Apparently I can't decided what is good for me and what isn't. AND apparently I am not the only one that is to know it.. the others at the table needed to know this information but so does the waitress as well. My husband decided to tell the waitress that I have a condition nicknamed I/C and that I am not allowed to have anything spicy or that has onions in it or any thing with pickles in it. This information is true HOWEVER COMMA is it anyone else's business but mine and MAYBE the people at the table but that is it... But I suppose me being __ __ years old (no i don't want to say it out loud) means that I am unable to think for myself and care for myself.
But what do I know?
Well this evening I was talking to my potential pet on the phone and MAN!!! Was that boring. I don't know if it was beccause I was tired OR because I hardly got a word in edgewise or because I really didn't want to talk to her. Who knows it could be a combination of all three. That is kind of sad but I just was not in the mood to talk to her. It has been quiet a while since I had talked to her so I figured it was only the right thing to do.
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