Well, the birthday wasn't really blue. In fact, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. The months of May and June were horrific, though. It started with the cyst rupture I had. A ticket for running a stop sign on the way to get my 90 year old Granny, who was running a temperature of 104, to the hospital. The bastard cop LAUGHED at me when I told him what was going on. My car breaks down...again. Get it fixed. But we get to start June off with a stroke for my father in law, complete with a week in the hospital and three weeks off work. Our newborn nephew has three holes in his heart that are not healing, so open heart surgery for the little one in a month or so. Gotta wait for his heart to get stronger. Three days after my birthday, my cousin died. I wasn't able to go to the funeral that was earlier this morning. Because, my car broke..again again. I think I cried more over missing the funeral and not being able to go support the rest of my family than I did about his actual death, which was pretty devastating, though not unexpected. He needed a lung transplant. This week I have been weepy and hormonal and pretty damn depressed. The birthday was a welcome distraction. My nephew and I shared a party at Gattiland, which really was fun. I made a French vanilla cake, from scratch.
I'm tired of crying, and tired of things going wrong. That's not even mentioning all the little things that happened: like the plumbing exploding on Father's Day when we had 15 people over. Or the fact I went through three new phones in a week because my body is magically charged and zaps the batteries.
I'm going to go play old school video games with my husband now.
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