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2009-10-02, 7:20 a.m.

Yesterday was pretty busy. For most of the day!!

I typed my little fingers off and managed to get most of the work out of my inbox.

I still have a little to do, but since Bossy Man said that was all I was going to get until Monday, I brought my crocheting with me today. Just in case.

After work, I ran to the grocery store to pick up a birthday cake for Dave's granddaughter. His daughter, Sara, decided to come up for the day and visit her father.

And since Dave didn't have much in the house to eat, I volunteered to pick up some food on my way home and a cake for Michelle, who is turning six.

Okay. Here's the thing. I have never met Sara before. I had heard that she was quite different then her sister, Nikki. And that's very true.

She has three daughters, all under the age of six. She's a very pretty girl. And her personality is very much like her father's.

She, also like her father, has very little patience.

Michelle has an ear infection and is on antibiotics. They haven't kicked in quite yet and Sara forgot the pain meds that Michelle needs. So, once the pain killers wore off, poor Michelle was in a lot of pain. Didn't want to eat. Didn't want to have cake. Didn't even want to open her presents. I sat with her for a long time in the spare bedroom where she was laying down and just talked with her, trying to cheer her up.

Anyway, the point I am making is that Sara had no patience at all for Michelle being in pain. I've had an ear infection since I have been an adult. I KNOW just how much they hurt.

So, Sara was short with Michelle and was yelling at her to stop crying. I felt so bad for the kid.

And her youngest daughter, Mataya, who is two years old, was scared to death of the Halloween masks that her mother was trying on. Did that stop Sara from rubbing it in? Nope? She just told her to stop screaming and pretty much put up with it.

So, there are some mixed feelings here for me.

I love the girls, but I wonder about how they are being raised.

I know. None of my business.

And, seeing as how this is the first time I have met Sara after seeing her father for a number of months, I don't think we will actually have too much too do with each other. So, I will just keep my mouth shut and let it go.

Anyway. They left shortly after dinner and then Dave and I just sat around for a while. I was getting bored, so I went home and spent some time in my house, straightening things up. I cleaned the kitchen, the upstairs bathroom, the floors in the bathroom and the main level, put on the love seat cover, cleaned out the litter box, did the dishes, took out a whole shit load of garbage, tried on dresses for the wedding tomorrow, did laundry. Yeah, all in an hour!!! I cruised, baby!!!

then I went back over to Dave's with my crocheting and sat around some more, watching game shows. Then we put on On Golden Pond, which is an all time favorite of mine. Too good!!!

After the movie, I went back home. Dave was in a bad mood, so I was more than ready to go home to my own bed and get some sleep.

this morning, I went back to Dave's for coffee. and now I am at work. Yipee!!

I am trying to decide when to go to my mother's. Tonight is Homecoming celebrations in this town, where each bar downtown had a different decade and plays that music all night, whether it's recorded or live. I went last year and had a great time. Tonight, I just don't feel like going. Dave is crabby. and it has been raining non-stop for three days and I am just tired of it all. Jenner might be going to my mom's tonight instead of tomorrow and I just might ride with her. I was planning on going tomorrow, but I don't see any reason to stick around here if I can ride with Jenner instead.

So, I need to call her to see what she is planning.

Other than that, I am just feeling blah. I know it's the weather, but I just have zero energy right now.

I can't wait to get to Superior to visit family and relax and enjoy myself without all the drama that Dave sometimes brings to my life.

Whew. Looking forward to tomorrow!!!

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