I worked all day, which was fabulous. I needed to get some good hours in, because as most of you know I am completely broke.
When I say completely broke, that means I have about 20 bucks. TOTAL, out of all my accounts and cash.
So yea, that sucks.
But work was great, I love my job. AND guess what?!?!! Because they (ModCloth’s blog) creep on my blog here, they are going to interview me! :DDDDDD All about the plus size “trend” that has been coming to public. I hope I answer the questions correctly, I am so passionate about it all so I am worried I will get too excited and say something stupid haha.
Nevertheless, you will all get to see that in about a week or so. :D
*BTW I am driving my dad’s huge truck, so you should probably stay off the roads if you live in Pittsburgh, PA…*Then I got a package- as you saw in the post before this. Thedivineash is awesome! <3
So, I come home, and try to grind some sea salt into my homemade chicken noodle soup. The stupid thing ends up opening spilling about 1/4 of the bottle into my soup. :( It was from my grammie. (read:free)
About an hour later, my mother calls to tell me that my step grandfather died. The last time I saw him was about 3 weeks ago. He was in a hospital bed. He is a stroke survivor who had issues swallowing into the correct place (into his lungs, causing pneumonia) so he was fed with a tube. He looked insanely skinny, and not well. But there was hope he would get better. I have no idea what my grandmother is going to do. She just got over lung cancer, and has a hard time being alone.
I cannot imagine living alone, after the decades they spent together.
To lose love must be un-bearable. I have a hard time understanding that the world isn’t rainbows and butterflies. My dad always tells me that. I suppose he is right, but what is so wrong about wanting the world to be that way?
