Friday, March 12, 2004
If I end up sharing a dorm room with someone next year, I'll probably send her screaming for the hills within five minutes. Case in point: I ate Tex-Mex last night, and today, it's hurting me. If anybody else was home, it would be hurting them, too.at 9:41 AM
I eat out a lot.
The Father is getting married today. Since I won't be there, he won't have a flower girl. That must be disappointing. I called him a few minutes ago, and, as usual, he didn't want to talk to me. But he still wants me to come back, live there, and go to school. Hah! Silly man.
I wonder what Grandmother and Grandfather Keith told their friends (the ones who are left)? 'Our little boy is getting married... again...' Heh-heh. This whole thing is hilarious.
I'm still plenty pissed that they aren't decorating everything in threes, as per my ingenious suggestion.
I talked to Terri last night, and she told me finding an outfit for Kailey to wear was difficult, but they finally settled on a pants outfit. Unthinkingly, I blurted, 'Oh, that's good of you- our mother would have made us wear dresses, and we would have hated her for it.' Mayhaps she wasn't ready for that, though- there was an awkward silence on her end, and then (she's still recovering from laryngitis) I offered to stop talking and let her rest up a bit. She sounded relieved. She's probably even more relieved that I'm not moving in with them. Heh-heh.
It's going to be the Brady Bunch from theoretical-Hell. I feel nothing but pity for Terri's boy. The older son (he's three or four years older than I) moved back in with them, so it'll be The Father, Terri, Michael, Kailey, Eddie, Jeremy (the older one), and Philip (the little one) living in one house. I can only imagine the hilarity to ensue. I almost wish I was moving in, too, just for a better view of the action.
