Busy, Busy, Busy

Saturday: The phone rang@ 8:55 am. My sister was on the other line telling me to get up and get ready for the funeral. I immedietly got up and took my daughter to her dad's house because I was to tired to take her on Friday night. I dropped her off came right back home and got ready for the funeral. It was cold and rainy as hell. I was @ my sister's house by 10:20 am. Then we were on our way. BTW..It was my aunt Michelle's funeral. She was my grandmother's sister, and hands down one of my favorite aunts. She was only 61 years old. Anyway the service was absolutely lovely. The pastor was preachin'. I hate to say this but he was also fine. :-). At the gravesite they released white doves and it was really beautiful. Then of course we came back to the church and ate. We stayed and talked to the family for quite a while then me and my sister knew we had to go because we had things to do. We went to the nail salon. I had to get my toes done because I did expect them to be in someone's mouth later that night. ;-). After that we went home to get ready for my cousin's b-day party. By the time I left to go to the party it was snowing and cold as hell. But I went anyway because I was expecting to see someone. The party was kind of nice especially when my baby got there. By the time he got there I was ready to go because I was already tipsy and I couldn't wait to see him about something in private ;-). Needless to say I went home with him. He really wanted to come to my house but I lied and told him my daughter was at home with 2 of her friends and they were staying the night. I just don't want him staying at my house yet. He doesn't even know where I live and I like it like that. So we went to his house and you can draw your own conclusion, and yes, my toes were in his mouth at the end of the night just like I anticipated.

Sunday: I left his house and got home about 1:00pm. No more than 3 minutes after I walked in my sister was knocking at my door. She wanted to know why I hadn't answered any of her phone calls. I told her I had just walked in the door. She told me she knew I was creepin' and she knew who it was with but she is just waiting for me to tell her. So I asked her what did she know and she told me who it was and honestly I felt better that she knew because I tell her just about everything. She was cool with it just like I thought she would be. Anyway once that was over I had to hurry up and get dressed to go pick out Bridesmaid dresses. That turned out to be an all day event . Do you know how hard it is to find 1 dress that 9 different women will agree on? The only thing that we accomplished was my cousin did pick out her wedding dress. I have to say it was the ugliest dress that was there. I'm not even playing. The best way to describe what it looked like on her....if you put a football player in a dress, any football player. That is what she looked like in it. It does not compliment her at all. We all felt the same way but she acted like that was the dress she had been dreaming about all her life so we didn't want to dash her dreams to bits. Once we got back from David's bridal we went to eat after that I was done because I was already still exhausted from the night before.

Monday: It was another brutal day of hunting for the perfect Bridesmaid dress. Me and my sister were determined that it was not going to be an all dam day event this time. I was still tired because I had such a busy couple of days not to mention I worked 5 nights in a row, 12 hour shifts. When I woke up that day my body was hurting. I think it was from being in the rain and snow all day on Sat. It was like I had cold in my body. But I still got up and did what I had to do. I had to cuss my cousin's fiance out. The whole bridal party was there and ready to go and she was in the kitchen at the last minute making him something to eat. I told him he could have made that shit his dam self. He seen all of us there ready to go. I was pissed because they were rushing me and it took every bit of energyI had to get the hell off the couch and get dressed. That's when I realized that my black ass will probably never have a dam husband and that is why she is getting married because I'm not catering to anyone. Anyway we did finally settle on a dress that did look good on everyone. I was very pleased because it was actually a dress that I picked out. So I'm happy about that. It didn't take to long and I was back home and on my couch before I knew it.

Tuesday: I didn't do a dam thing all day. That is until my baby called me. He wanted us to go do something, but what I wanted to do we didn't have to go out for. ;-). So I came over in my pj's. We chilled for a while then it was on. When we were done I told him I was leaving. He though I was joking. I told him that I got what I wanted and I was out. When he realized I was serious he was hot as fish grease. (borrowed that from a fellow blogger). But nonetheless I took my ass home and got in my own bed and took it down.