The battery in our scale is dead and that may be a good thing for my sanity right now, honestly.
But seriously, this fat roll needs to gtfo. I’m so over this mom bod I’m rocking.
Getting old is a privilege, I know, but it’s also a fucking drag.
Freya does this thing where she turns on a show for us to watch and then talks throughout the entire episode, and often she tells me exactly what is about to happen.
For example, I know what happens in the entire Gilmore Girls series even though I’ve only ever seen season 1. Lol.
Tonight, Jackson asked his dad to make sure he takes him to his ninja training while D and I are on our honeymoon. So then the ex is like: do I know about that trip? I don’t think you ran that by me. I took a deep breath and said: is it more likely that I didn’t ask you or that you forgot? He got the point. But seriously…grrr.
I will cut someone, istg.
I sent a nasty email to opposing counsel today and it felt so good. Fuck that dude.
I almost hope he doesn’t do what I want so that I can fuck him up in court.
Tomorrow is my make-up trial run for the wedding. I’m excited, but not about the part where I have to go out without make-up tomorrow morning. Scary.
I’m even more excited about my lunch date with Carrie. Yay!