You bet yer Aunt Sally!
I am really not a fan of any of my friends’ boyfriends/husbands. I’ve realized this trend within myself, and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. And I don’t think it’s just because I feel like they’re “taking away” a friend. I really don’t. I mean, I like all of my sisters’ boyfriends/husbands, and they’re biologically related to me. But when it comes to the mates of my amigas, I’m just like, Whatever, why are you here?
I’ve begun waking up in the middle of the night coughing away like some aged asthma sufferer, but I have the nagging suspicion that it’s not so much phlegm as it is Sugar’s rampant cat hair catching in my throat and nose. I’ve been trying to clean the blades of my fan, which has collected swatches of it in the air. That animal is lucky that she’s cute, ’cause she really toes the line.
I now can’t remember why on Earth on made my flight reservations for 11:00 am on Saturday. That means I have to wake up around 8:00 am to get to the airport around 9:00. And yes, I’m one of those freaks who likes to get to the airport 2 - 3 hours early. After I had the BART surreptitiously shut down on me when there was a fire the time I was supposed to get to the airport for my first trip back to SD in five years, I now err on the motherfucking side of caution………..you guys.
