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Re: Complaint Box
my complaint is that I have so much shiit to do and people to train before my maternity leave that it's totally eaten into my Nesting time.
I miss you guys. And it's totally stressing me out. The stuff I have to get done before my leave, not that not Nesting is stressing me out.
Angie and HT, hope your doggies are feeling better soon!
I had nearly the same thing happen (not very close with my dad growing up, therefore not very close with my grandmother) and all of that regret was really rough when she died. I wound up not going to the funeral because it was when I was moving to Boston and it was down the Jersey shore and there was no way I was going to drive that far alone. Anyway, I really regret not going so I'm glad you're going, despite your mom's crazyface.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
I miss you a lot, Tasty.
Lisa, that sucks that your mom is such a weirdo about the whole thing. Sorry about your grandma.
"That chick wins at Penises, for sure." -- Fenton
My mom's guilt and sometimes rage has often kept me from seeing that side of my family, but I definately want to go. I guess the only thing that would stop me at this point would be a really expensive ticket, but I really think I can work it out. My brother is also going and he could give two hard brown rat turds (did I get that right?) about my mom's opinion on this so I am trying to be more like him.
11/11/11 = 5 years. Woah!