Myguel A nti Lâches
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I'm so pissed.
Today was the annual family reunion. We picked up the kids at 1 and Kane has a cold. My poor little baby was sick all day. He's been in and out of stuffy sleep since 8. But that's not why I'm pissed.
The reunion was fun; everyone got to see Kane for the first time, he got passed around like a hot potato, and even though he was sick he still managed to be a trooper and laugh and smile for everyone who made funny faces at him.
My tires blew like 3 weeks ago; I got them fixed a week ago. What happens on the way home? One of my brand new tires blows. My grandma was driving in front of me and saw me pull over, so she pulled over to help. While walking in the grass on the passenger side of my car her foot got caught in a hole and her ankle is fractured.
I'm so sick of shit going wrong all the time. I know it's not directly my fault about my grandma's ankle, but if my stupid tire never would have blown it wouldn't have happened. I feel like shit. My grandma is old (duh); she doesn't need to be fracturing and breaking shit.
And if that tire was faulty, I'm desperate enough for money that I'll sue. I don't care. I'll join the rest of lawsuit-happy America if I can get something out of it.
That also put me out a babysitter for my Tues/Thurs classes, and I can't miss anymore school. (Not that it's more important than my grandma's health, but important nevertheless). I already missed Friday because of a two-day pulsing migraine. Thankfully my mom's friend Terri came to my rescue.
Today was the annual family reunion. We picked up the kids at 1 and Kane has a cold. My poor little baby was sick all day. He's been in and out of stuffy sleep since 8. But that's not why I'm pissed.
The reunion was fun; everyone got to see Kane for the first time, he got passed around like a hot potato, and even though he was sick he still managed to be a trooper and laugh and smile for everyone who made funny faces at him.
My tires blew like 3 weeks ago; I got them fixed a week ago. What happens on the way home? One of my brand new tires blows. My grandma was driving in front of me and saw me pull over, so she pulled over to help. While walking in the grass on the passenger side of my car her foot got caught in a hole and her ankle is fractured.
I'm so sick of shit going wrong all the time. I know it's not directly my fault about my grandma's ankle, but if my stupid tire never would have blown it wouldn't have happened. I feel like shit. My grandma is old (duh); she doesn't need to be fracturing and breaking shit.
And if that tire was faulty, I'm desperate enough for money that I'll sue. I don't care. I'll join the rest of lawsuit-happy America if I can get something out of it.
That also put me out a babysitter for my Tues/Thurs classes, and I can't miss anymore school. (Not that it's more important than my grandma's health, but important nevertheless). I already missed Friday because of a two-day pulsing migraine. Thankfully my mom's friend Terri came to my rescue.