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AHHHHH!

Wow, what a week! Wait! It's not over yet!

Because of our crappy crappy real estate market I am swamped with my property management homes. Renters moving in, moving out, investors picking up new houses to rent out. It doesn't mean more money for me, just more work.

Some tenants that are in my homes, are struggling to make their rent. Making me chase them down, bitch and drive all over creation to get their money. Yeah. I know. Fun. But, it's a job and I'm thankful to have it.

And

My son is getting married in a month. A month! A month! I still haven't arranged a flight. Or even decided to fly. I may drive up with my parents. Or fly up with BH. Who still hasn't' decided if he's going to make it.

And Son's finance, she tore her Achilles heal. This means, she's out of work, which means no money, which means, weddings on, but, well. And she may have to have surgery. EEEAAH!

And they wanted me to buy a yellow dress.

Yes, a yellow dress. I like yellow and all. But. On me. Not flattering. And I. Could not find a yellow dress. That was both appropriate and/or pretty. One particularly pretty yellow dress. The color. Fabulous! Fancy yes. But. But. Well the girls were getting just too much air time ifin you know what I mean. And the wedding is in Utah. And many of the guests will be Mormon. And, I think, it's enough that they have to deal with my crazy family let alone having my titties displayed for all to see.

Oh. And X. Is not coming. No. On principle. Yeah. Doesn't think oldest is ready. They've not known each other long enough. Yada yada yada. All true. True. However. If my son is getting married, I'M GOING TO BE THERE! Nuf said!

Oh wait! My dress! I picked out a beautiful pale green dress. Lacy, some beading, tea length. Ga ga gorgeous! I need to lose a couple more pounds. Or get a gurdle or two. And some shoes.

I'll keep you posted.