Joy. Fun.
Tonight is my sister's birthday party. I may or may not be mad at her. (Depending on whether she did something for me on Thursday or Friday - I asked her to drop a package by work, which I kept getting calls about on Friday because she hadn't dropped it off yet. We've got one of three scenarios going. Either she didnt' drop it off, she dropped it off at my desk and no one saw it, or she dropped it off at my desk, someone saw it, and put it on R.'s desk and R. hasn't noticed it for two days with her messy desk.) ETA: Well, am mad at her. She did pull the crap of not taking the package to my coworker.
Also, sister was supposed to be my ride to Greensboro for the dinner. She suggested it. Her idea. Um, has she told me what time to be ready? No. I know the reservation is for 7:15. I figure, if they haven't called or picked me up by 6:55, leave. And don't feel obligated to go out any more tonight than just dinner if they don't call. (I kind of hope they don't call. I'm not in the mood for bars or whatever. I cant' hear! No fun!)
ETA2: Oh, the fun. Family has apparently gotten majorly confused in the last couple of days about me (seems no one can ASK anything, and since my sister is inevitably avoiding...would it be bad if I cancelled?). I told family how long I could stay with my grandmother. They told me they'd need me there overnight Thursday and Friday, and after that we'd figure it out. Seems my parents forgot 1) to ask me to stay Saturday night and 2) about my sister's birthday thing (that they couldnt' go to anyway). So assumptions were made without telling me that I'd be there until Sunday morning. My sister is told this and gets confused because of her birthday. She may not be calling because she's avoiding me, or she may not be calling because she's about to screw up her marriage again and is afraid the family knows (we do), or she may not be calling because she's assuming I'm not going. Really, should I cancel? *sigh*
But, for me, I'm going to get a new top for this thing. It's cold. I need something warm. And cute. So...new! (And a Miranda Lambert CD, but that has nothing to do with my sister. *g*)
*twiddles thumbs*
bored. 30 minutes until I can close the store. *sigh*
ETA3: PMS sucks. I hate being this moody. Which means the race tomorrow will include on stupid wreck where I get really mad at the driver. Jimmie, play nice or I could feasibly never speak to you again.