Weekend wrap up.

This just in: I gave up nothing for Lent. Not porn, not chocolate, not anything. I'm a bad Catholic. Colour you all shocked.

Grandmother: "What did you give up for Lent? Have you been to church lately?"
Toni: "Forgot to take your uncrazy pills today eh?"

I wanted this weekend to make me feel good about moving home. I wanted to remember things that I liked about being there. Turns out there weren't that many things. Being at Brian's house just reminded me of having no social life and watching my sister all the time and living in a dirty house. And Snoopy wasn't even there. I know she's just a cat, but sometimes she was the only thing that didn't suck about living at home and now she's gone. First thing Deanna did when I came in the door was give me the clipping of Snoopy's fur that the vet took after she died. Now I have a pill bottle full of fur instead of a cat.

I laughed a little bit though, because there's totally fur everywhere in my old room where Snoopy spent most of her time even when I wasn't there. Didn't really need a clipping from the vet. Still think it's kind of weird to have it.

Didn't mean to get morose, really and truly. Funny things that are still in the room that I'm supposed to move into: the old sink from our bathroom that Brian is remodeling (and has been forever). It's not hooked up or anything. Just sitting there and taking up space. Also, my childhood twin sized bed is in there. White with drawers and elaborate (read: Liberace-esque) handles. Yikes! Stepfather looked at me like I'd grown another head when I broached the subject of moving it out of the room so I could put my double bed in there.

Brian: I just don't have anywhere to put it.
Toni: I'm willing to get some storage.
Brian: Oh, I have public storage, just no place to put it in the house.
Toni: *frustrated silence* (Screaming inside my head: I'm going to be 22 in a month, there's no way I'm sleeping on a bed that my mom got for me when I was eight!)