Sail Across the Bowels of Reality

Short update, I think. The house will be ripe and ready for my grandmother's 80th birthday party this Sunday. It was a party suggested by my aunt for my mom to throw. Which apparently has been the norm since they were young. My aunt is either obtuse or severely cruel. She has offered to bring two birthday cakes to the party; one for grandma and another for my uncle (who's birthday isn't until June). My aunt's reasoning? "I won't be here in June to celebrate it."

What.

The party was your idea and you haven't contributed anything for it. Now you're going to be drawing away from your own mother's big 80 by sharing the limelight with your husband. Who I'm sure doesn't want to celebrate the fact he's turning 60 and anyway, throw a party for him after you come back from whatever the fuck you think is more important than your fucking family.

Obviously I can't tolerate any family outside of the immediate members, i.e. my siblings. My cousins are alright, and being with my nephews is getting easier. Mostly I'm content with just being alone.

Anywho, there's not much else to do to prepare for the party. The house has stayed relatively clean, so it's only the food that needs preparing. It won't be a lot since this is party is basically a pot luck so people can bring their own dishes.

My mom and sisters will be going to Glen Ivy on Monday, leaving me with both my brother-in-laws and their kiddos. I was offered to go to the spa with them but I declined. I don't find spas relaxing and being in a bathing suit makes me feel like I'm being judged by everyone around me. That leaves my only other option to spend my day is with five boys in one household.

Joyous.