fancytalk | The rest of the scoop

Did the drive to SFO in 6 a.m. rush hour traffic this morning. Took the wrong f-ing exit. Although, that was easily fixed, it was still a pain. I circled the airport to make sure that RTL got on the plane. And of course, it took me less than half as long to get back home.

The dog also tried to figure out how much mischief he could get into between 6 and 7:30. I found him in the bathroom eating toilet paper when I got back home. Of all the days to not just lift his head from the pillow and go back to sleep. I keep finding the other things that he chewed into oblivion, so he's outside until I feel benevolent enough to let him back in the house. The cat, well, the cat tried to keep him out of trouble. She was waiting at the door to tattle when I walked in.

And one rant, because I'm a little hurt and a little pissed. One word - Christy.
I've known Christy since I was 10. We have history. Many hours playing Barbies, practicing our cheers, riding bikes all over the neighborhood, etc. I was her maid of honor. More importantly, I've spent many years acting as her chaperone/alibi. Our birthdays are a day apart, she's the 17th and I'm the 18th. Granted since I don't stay in one place more than 2 years, our friendship has grown apart. But I always remember to send birthday cards, just like I did this year. What do I see when I open my email this morning? A email from her that says "Thanks for the birthday card. Christy" That's it. No, happy birthday or well wishes to you too, plain old thanks, have a nice life. The evil side of me wants to pull out all the blackmail pictures, make cards out of them, and send them to her. The hurt side tells me to just walk away. I just don't get it.