Sweet Catastrophe

I vaguely remember turning off all my alarms on my phone this morning, but it feels more like it happened 3 days ago. Work called at 8:30 (I was supposed to be there at I took a quick minute to think of an excuse to just call in and finally said forget it. I called and told ‘em there was a problem with my alarm and that I was on my way.

Of course, I had planned to get up early so I could eat something, and have time to throw together a sandwich for my break, but obviously that didn’t happen!

Let’s just say work was really busy, and I was really sleepy and hungry.

When I got out, I headed over to Target. I had to pick up a gift card for someone, and I wanted to check out their clearance racks since I got nothing at Old Navy yesterday. I picked up two pairs of pants–one of which in the steel grey color I’ve been looking for. There was another pair I really liked, but it didn’t fit and I forgot to go back and look for another size.

I picked up this cute wrap as well, but I didn’t feel like trying it on, so it may go back.

I  chatted with my grandmother (Dad’s side) for a bit while I was shopping. It was one of the shortest conversations we’ve had. She mentioned that my cousin just sent out J.J’s first communion invitations. I’m secretly hoping she didn’t have my address. For one, I’m just not close to that part of my family at all, and I’m just not as religious as they are. They tend to make me uncomfortable when religion comes up. They push a little too hard, ya know? Plus, Father Dan kinda gives me the creeps. I think I’ve seen one too many horror films.

I talked to my granny too (Mom’s side) and she had some depressing news. My brother has a few dogs and the mom got herself killed in a rather horrific, depressing way that I’d rather not type up right now. It hurts my heart to think about it, and makes me a little angry at someone.

I was gonna cook tonight, but I really didn’t have anything in particular in mind, and I didn’t feel like fighting my way through the grocery store, trying to figure it out, so I’m just gonna pay for Ryan’s WingZone. I hate that place, so I’ll be eating a sandwich, but hey, I was gonna cook, so I feel like I should still provide him with some food. I’m a good girlfriend.