Poor Shmelionaise passed away last night. John was in pieces and I don’t blame him. It was so sad to see the little kitten in the state he was in. I was strong for John as we packed him away in his little casket (a cardboard box) but as soon as I left John alone with him (I came inside since now I’ve caught a cold and it was cold and drizzly) I cried my eyes out. It’s so unfortunate things like this have to happen. He didn’t do anything to deserve the pain he went through :(.
We found out what our final was: a presentation on one of the chapters we studied. I haven’t done anything and yes! Yes, I am procrastinating and sitting here updating my blog instead of ironing/taking a shower/planning my presentation. My feet hurt, gawddammit.
I spent an agonizing hour and a half at Target, ready to use my Target card for the 2nd time, and what happens? Either everything’s too big, too long, too unprofessional, or not there at all. I finally decide to buy bras and they don’t have a single one in my size. I didn’t want to spend all kinds of money, so I didn’t buy a new outfit. I hate shopping. God help me when/if I get a job and have to buy professional attire.
I went back to Wal-Mart later on with Mom and found a blah-ish blouse I can wear with my ugly brown dress pants. I hadn’t seen myself in a 180° mirror while wearing those pants and I noticed just how much shorter they make me look. It’s humiliating. I had found this adorable linen-ish cami with beads in aqua, clear and brown but I would have had to buy a new jacket and skirt and if I got new pants I’d have to buy shoes. It’s a disaster. I hate not being able to find clothes that fit right.
I should get the kids in bed (they should have been in bed 20 minutes ago, grr!) and do everything else I need to do. I hate feeling overwhelmed. I want to cry from the frustration!
[edit] Alrighty! I was checking my stats and noticed someone found my site by searching Google for “screw my husband please”. Why would…nevermind…[/edit]
