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Alas, no true inspiration sprang upon me for a juicy post, even though I had a prime opportunity. Birthday dinner with my mom. Two eight dollar margaritas and a personal pot of fondue later and I am quite full, and without the signs of verbal battle. Not too shabby.

As much as people think it's strange that my mom and I don't talk or see each other as much as we "should," I think we actually have developed a better relationship because of it. She doesn't end up yelling at me about pointless things (as much, she still rode my ass about writing grandma a thank you note) and I don't end up crying in the middle of dinner and wishing I was home with my faithful hubby and bong. All in all, that's progress.

We came home from dinner to find Ketchup had invited a friend from work over. I don't mind the guy, that's not the issue, the issue is this is the second time he has invited him over to our house without really informing us of it first. Come now Ketchup, this isn't rocket science, it's common courtesy. Can you believe we actually had to ask the guy to stop taking out the garbage because we are trying to hide him from the landlord? And then he went on to take out the garbage just hours after. Oh Ketchup. Please. I can't win.

Tomorrow marks a week until we leave, and as I told my dear doppelganger earlier, I feel the butterflies a brewing. I don't know if we are going to have enough money to thoroughly enjoy ourselves, and even if we did, I don't know how to stop myself from worrying about the bills back home as we hand over each and every little valuable dollar. God I hate being cheap sometimes. We've been broker (is that even a word?) then this before and with that ever appealing kicker check on it's way I really have no reason to panic.

"Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum." From the song Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen) by Baz Lurhmann.

Believe me, I get the analogy, I just can't seem to apply it to every day life. As my hubby always says (and it typically proves true) everything will work out. I get it, I even believe it. It just doesn't always make me feel better in the moment though.

Back to fun in the sun. Tomorrow we go pick up a suitcase we are borrowing from the hubby's mom. It's been so long since I have packed for anything and I have always had an issue with over packing. This creates a lovely mixture that is sure to cause one problem or another. Tomorrow I hope to also make another trip to the thrift store. The hubby needs some shorts for the trip and I am always open to buying new clothes on dollar tag day.

The hubby, Ketchup and Hairy were working on the car a good chunk of the day. At times, we are damn lucky that Hairy is going to school for auto repair. After a few minor fixes and checks (including pulling out the computer and running a brief diagnostic, hehe, who knew cars had brains) we pretty much narrowed it down. The oxygen sensor is shot. It was supposed to come up with some reading on the multimeter and it came up with squat. So the car is running better now, but probably still won't pass DEQ. Next step, replace the oxygen sensor and try again. I am crossing my fingers and toes on that one.

While they did that, I spent the day talking to people. First with an ex coworker of the hubby's. This gal is great. Second was an old friend from high school (grade school really) who sent me a message out of nowhere. He's doing great, a couple of other old friends that he still hangs out with are doing great. To make things better? He has XBox Live! Another video game buddy! And then I talked to my lovely doppelganger, making plans for a possible vacation get-together. A big yay. And then another out of nowhere person sent us a MySpace message, an old neighbor, one of the "frat boys," actually a boy Li'l Mama went to high school with (however he actually went on to graduate.) It was this weird message, something about disappearing without a trace on the fifth night of the full moon. Yeah, it didn't make any sense to me either. The hubby and I responded with (being light hearted, no reason not to be, he moved away, nothing more then that being the reason we haven't spoken in nearly a year) "are you hitting on me?" His response was another bit of mindless babble and something about disappearing. We responded, "will you be there?" And given... this is a kid, nineteen year old dumb kid, and he responded crudely with something along the lines of "only if your wife's fat ass is there." Um... what the hell? Where did that come from? So yeah... I spent the day talking, all the while expecting a response that never came from Sassy.

Oh! I just remembered! Li'l Mama out of nowhere posted a bulletin on MySpace, something she doesn't do very often. The whole point? To say that couples who share a MySpace page are (and to quote her mature choice of words) "fucking stupid" and "gay." Nice. Not only is that an insult towards me and the hubby, but Hairy's new roommate as well, someone she claims to be friends with. Ha! From what Hairy says, she is just pissing people off right and left. Sometimes I am glad that our friendship has since fizzled. The problem? She lives twenty feet away. Yay.

Drama! Oh my goodness, the drama lurking within the MySpace pages!

Okay... I gotta go now. I think the hubby feels neglected, he has channel surfed through every channel at least twice and he keeps asking "how are you doing over there?" Hehe, I love my hubby.