Well, here I am. Still alive and still have plenty to bitch about.
We ended up not going to the funeral and I think it was for the best. My MIL said some things to Hubbs before we left the driveway that were pretty shitty and I am still pissed off at her.
I used to get along with my MIL really well. Even better than I got along with my own mother, but she is nuts so I have a good excuse. But in the past 2 years or so, my MIL has become down right mean. Sometimes I wonder if she even cares if what comes out of her mouth might hurt feelings. Mean, condescending, hateful, cranky, hypocritical, close minded, I could go on and on.
I dread having to spend my hard earned vacation time up there. I would rather go camping. Hell, I would rather stay home than make that long ass drive and be stuck there with her for a week.
On a better note, I think I have finally decided what I want to do when I grow up. For years, I have dreamed about owning my own business. I get those "wake me up in the middle of the night brilliant ideas" that turn out not to be quite so brilliant after the sleepy fog wears off. But I have thought about this one for a while and it seems like something I could pull off. And there aren't any other business of that type in town. In fact, I can't find that type of business within a 200 mile radius of here. But, I need to do a little more research before I tell anyone what it is that I have decided to do, just in case I chicken out.
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