Her Infinite Variety

goodness.

i worked myself into a frenzy over a boy. who i don’t fancy. at least, not as much as i fancy my fiancé. my partner. the love of my life.

actually, i worked myself into a frenzy over a friendship with a boy, because i feared that he would see it as something more. and i don’t think he will. at least i hope not.

it doesn’t end there folks!

my mother is up her tree again. if she not longer has financial control over me, then why, at twenty-one, does she feel the need to judge and comment on my every move? it’s really unnecessary stress for the two of us.

andrew’s mother has cracked open the nuts at this point. his siter bought a little cat. his niece is allergic to cats. as near as we can tell, said sister is okay with getting rid of the cat. said mother, is less enthused. in fact, full on motherly rage has ensued. andrew, as the middle child, is acting as the moderator in all of this.

really, i can handle one parent, or even two parents, within the same family, hitting the roof. i can handle two sets of parents doing this. what i’m not adept at, however, is both sets of parents hitting the roof at the same time, about two issues that are so ludicrous and ridiculous as a cat, and what it is that i do with my money.

sheer ridiculousness.

i cannot believe, honestly, that i was ever so stressed over a friendship at this point in time. or, perhaps i am also a nut!