I completely nixed the salad I had planned from the meal tomorrow.
“They’re not gonna like this anyway.”
I love that we picked peak
“it’s cloudy and cold and gray and all I want to do is rest and sleep”
season to compel people to spend lots of money and effort on gatherings with people they admittedly don’t want to see.*
I’m supposed to be doing all kinds of shit around here to get ready for my in laws to come over tomorrow and I haven’t done a single goddamn thing.
Half my Halloween decorations are still up.
I’ve sat on my ass and played Animal Crossing since I woke up today.
I can’t even be bothered to care, honestly.
“Oh sorry there’s a pile of boxes in that corner, I may have turned 39 this year but I’m tired like I’m 80.”
“Well I guess I ought to get started.”
(Puts on a bra)
“That’s enough for today.”
“Oh that pile of nudie magazines? Oops!”
(We really do have a stack of Camp Out and I’m tempted to leave it out.)
At this point, I have only eaten a waffle, two cups of coffee, and a mimosa.
Me:
“Blargh, why do I feel like I could slip into a coma?”
*eats a slice of cheese, some almonds, and an apple, drinks water*
“Oh. Duh.”
This whole “taking care of myself” thing. Sometimes I’m just bad at it.
“Uncle Jarrett, these tar fumes are making me dizzy!”
“Yeah, they’ll do that.”
“What do you have to drink around here that isn’t alcoholic?”
“Water.”
*uses index finger to waggle my lips as I sing*
“Habababababanbsbs ababacbcrbrbrobobosbsbsb tbtbtbhbhbhbebebeb wbwbwbwbababababatbtbtbtbebebebebrbrbrbbr”
—emily duchaine
* If you love spending time with them, that’s cool, this doesn’t apply to you.
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