The Dreaded Day

Well, tomorrow I head up for the dreaded weekend...the "royal" wedding.  I didn't think I was going considering my father hasn't spoken to me at all...but then all of a sudden this week I get an email for a hotel confirmation that was booked for me.  My guess is, someone is trying to save face infront of the Wicked Witches family.  Whatever.

So today I FINALLY get a call from my father making sure I was coming.  Ugh!  My stupid aunt is coming in and I sooooo don't want to see her because she's a witch too.  Maybe if I wear the kids red ruby dress up shoes and click them together both the Wicked Witch and my aunt will find their way back to Oz for their hearts.

Did I mention that I had given him orginally the dates the kid was with me?  And then they decided to change the date to one I didn't have her.  He expected me to ask her father if I could have her.  Nope, no way was I doing that after they changed the date and want to act like assholes.  So today he asks if the kid is coming and I tell him no.  Then he huffs and puffs like I put THEM out.  Again, whatever.

Needless to say, I am less than thrilled about this trip.  I'm thinking after "family" dinner tomorrow night a heavy shopping retail therapy trip will be necessary along with a bottle of wine popping open when I get back to the hotel. 

Wondering if I can get an IV in my arm to pump the alcohol in beginning Sat. morning???? Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller...Bueller....

Well, just wait...I'm wearing my hooker boots to the wedding...so maybe I won't save face afterall.  LOL.