We picked her and her things up, and took her back with us. But that's not how the day was. I woke up and madea gramma cake and saw everyone and bought a present and we ate lobster and grabbed the baby and she ate like a pig in mud and we changed her and she slept a bit, screamed a lot, slept a lot, screamed a bit, slept. I got pretty good at making baby sleep. We drove her and she passed out. I played sims. What else. I didn't like my cake. It was good and all, but I don't like vanilla frosting. Too rich. I'm tired. I'm always so tired. I'm so ridiculously dizzy. I had the awesomest dream last night about alex being 16 months pregnant...if that doesn't jog memories down the road, I hope I write it down.
Yesterday? I was at steve's and he was very, very tired. He slept and I watched tv and read a ton. Then I went towork. I seem to have a manager that doesn't care for me. I don't even havee a pen, how could I put a pencap in the salad? I made and sent out the strawberrie shortcake, it's not my fault the person never got it. I don't understand. I went to shei's. We hung out and played mario party. Till midnight. I came home and stayed up till 2. Slept and had that super crazy dream.
I have work in the morning.