I'm still exhausted from this past weekend.

Y'all, last weekend was ridiculous and it's somehow still affecting me. First off, our little XurXur started having diarrhea and it got to the point that he couldn't hold it in long enough to even get outside. He was pitiful and it was heartbreaking. Mostly because, his diarrhea was pure blood. It honestly looked like a massacre had occurred and I was tripping to say the least.

One long night with no sleep, a nine hour trip to the emergency vet, blood work, an MRI, and countless other tests later we found out.... well, not what was going on. They were able to confirm that he wasn't bleeding internally from a perforation or something like that and landed on that he had some kind of infection in his stomach/bowels. Needless to say he had to get shots, he's on antibiotics, and we're following a strict chicken and rice only diet for the time being. I'm just glad our babies are all home with us.

Also this weekend, our garage was broken into. We had no idea (our garage is not attached to our house), but our neighbor that lives behind us let us know and showed us his camera footage that had caught what was going on. It's so ridiculous to me that people feel the need to steal. Don't get me wrong, I completely understand what it's like to be hard up and have no clue how you're going to get by. Been there, done that, played in that Lifetime movie. And I don't mean to sound like a ridiculous person or anything, but come on guys, get a f*cking job and quit stealing other people's shit. It's not like you stole food. You stole D's saw, hand sanders, and tools.

Which means, and I feel very strongly about this, get a F*CKING JOB YOU F*CKING F*CK.

Lastly, Dani called me on Sunday to let me know that she wouldn't be in the office all this week. Actually, we have three people out this week and UR and I are basically Lone Rangering it until they all get their tests back for COVID-19. Thanks to Bonehead, we've all possibly been exposed on some level or another, but her family has been possibly exposed from three to four sources. So, who even knows what's going to happen or where we'll all land from here.

I write all of this to basically say, to hell with this year. NO. To hell with the last few years, because it has been a royal shitshow and the amount of ridiculousness that has been going down is unheard of and insane. I read a thing the other day in response to the news that "the latest Saharan Desert Dust Model shows the dust making its way into North Carolina this coming weekend, if current trends persist the dust appears substantial enough to dim our incoming sunlight" weather update and it has never been more true, so I'll leave you with it and call it a day....

"Awesome! I always wondered what it was like to live during the times of the Civil War, Spanish Flu, Great Depression, Civil Rights Movement, Watergate, and the Dust Bowl. Not all at once, mind you, but ya know, beggars/choosers and all."

And dude, that's exactly what all this shit feels like. Like I said, I'm exhausted.

I have decided to chop all of my hair off.... again.

I've been letting my hair grow out since last years May in the thought that it would be long enough to "style" for our wedding this coming October. It seemed like a legitimate thought at the time, and to be honest, getting all of your hair chopped off is always risky, because who even knows if the hairdresser is going to f*ck it up or not.

But, as I get older, I enjoy my hair shorter. Actually, I've always switched back and forth on the length of my hair and have ranged from hair to my hips to hair just below my chin. And a couple of years ago, I had my favorite short hairstyle.

D enjoys my hair longer (maybe that's a guy thing?), but has also made the comment, "you're the one who has to deal with it and wear it, so you do whatever your little heart desires." (He knew that I was going to do whatever I want anyways).

I've been debating on this for awhile, but have always waivered, because I can't find the woman who originally gave me my favorite haircut and I was worried somebody else would f*ck up my life. Insert Dani. I was explaining all of this to her last week and she gave me the number to her hair gal. After about an hour of going back and forth, I text the woman and set up an appointment for this Thursday. And I think.... I'm just going to have her chop it all off.

I haven't told anybody about this other than Dani, and I'm just going to surprise D when he gets home on Thursday. Like, surprise honey! I chopped all of my hair off, BUT at least I didn't do it myself in the bathroom.... again! I guess we'll see if this is a good idea or not. *fingers crossed*

I found my something old. ❤️

With our wedding happening in just a few months (October), I've been trying to check things off of my list at a fairly consistent rate. Luckily, I've had help with that, because who in the hell knew so much went into a f*cking wedding? I digress.

So far, we've taken care of the people that are supposed to be in the wedding (MOH, Best Man, Officiant, etc.). I think Aunt Susi is going to take the pictures and it's going to be at Aunt Poot's house. The invitations are made (#IDidThatShitMyself) and sent out. My wedding dress is hiding at Aunt Susi's (basically the only "before wedding" tradition D and I are following is the fact that he's not allowed to see my dress until I walk down the aisle) and I even got the shoes!

We're still deciding on food, but I've set up to have our cake made and delivered and got the topper for it. I even picked up some dessert plates, flatware, and napkins. Aunt Poot is looking into a tent with table and chairs to rent and she even got us the cake server and drink glasses for the big day.

We still have to get D a suit, make the table decorations (thank you, Pinterest), pick our pups outfits out, buy more plates/napkins/tablecloths/etc., pick my actual flowers out and up (and make the bouquets, boutineers, and decorations), and settle on the music. We keep going back and forth on what our first dance song should be, but I think we have it narrowed down to two, so at least that's something.

Then it will be just settling on the food and drinks (we have to have alcohol at our wedding, because duh) and getting D's family and my friends into town. Don't worry about me, I'm totally not having a nervous breakdown AT ALL. I'm fine. It's fine. WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?!!?!

With all of that being said, Aunt Susi did remind me about the age old tradition of "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue" and while we're not going full on traditional, we did want to have a few traditions stuck in there.

Not knowing what to do, I turned to Momma, as I so often do, and found her gold baby bracelet with her name inscribed on it.

And with finding that, I also found.... my something old.

We have to have our kitchen replumbed and I'm about to lose my shit.

Last Thursday night, I was finishing up supper dishes and the water wouldn't drain out of my sink. I thought it was odd, but know these things tend to happen, so I finished up and tried to use a plunger to get it handled. When the plunger didn't work, I decided that the next day I would pick up some Drano from the store and try again.

Two bottles of Drano and countless hours later, D arrived home from work on Friday to find that I had completely disassembled our sink and was on a rampage. Bless his heart, he tried to work on it with some tools, but a "snake" you get at the hardware store only goes so far. I decided to call a plumber and they came out yesterday.

The plumber worked on the lines for a few hours and then found the problem.... our pipes leading from the wall pipe and out are corroded and now, we have to have our kitchen repiped.

Shoot. Me. Now. A different plumber is coming out today to quote me on the repiping and in all honesty, it just doesn't sound cheap and I don't like it. But, I also need to have a fully functioning kitchen. Ugh.... being an adult is hard. Y'all, wish me luck.