( May. 28th, 2009 12:23 pm)
Apparently, I'm irresponsible because I didn't confirm or deny something that wasn't really a solid plan to begin with until my brother asked me about it - interesting.  Also, I'm still the devil which is pretty amusing, given what my other siblings (mostly my sisters, to be fair, though my brother's the one who still lives there) get up to and that I'm quickly approaching thirty, married with two children and one impending, countless volunteer hours logged at the school and goodness knows what else.  For the record, I was taken to get my work permit on my sixteenth birthday and started filling out applications and scheduling interviews the next day.  I started my second job the Monday after I graduated high school.  Rent started with my first paycheck - yep, that's right, when I was sixteen and still a minor in my parents' household.  Still on their taxes and insurance and all that, still in high school.  None of which truly bothers me any more - oh, it bothered me a lot when I was younger, but that was a long time ago.  I mean, I graduated over a decade ago.  But still, given the circumstances, it would be nice if people WEREN'T ALLOWED TO TALK SHIT about me.  Especially to people who might actually listen.  Especially my freaking mother.

And never mind, of course, the part where something I paid her for that was supposed to be done by the end of April still isn't done.  I'm irresponsible.

Ahem.  Anyway.

Pink eye appears to be making its way through my house - here's hoping Morgen and I don't get it, because we're both crazy allergic to most antibiotics - like, I get an itchy rash if amoxicillin so much as touches my skin.  Jerry and Liana are fine, can take 'cillins or 'sporins or whatever's necessary to get rid of it, but Morgen and I are different cases entirely.  I'm not looking forward to the possibility of having to play with some experimental drug when I'm pregnant . . . or, well, heh.  Maybe I am, a bit.  The Girl With the Silver Eyes, anyone?  I loved that book when I was a kid.  However, nasty allergic reactions aren't fun under the best of circumstances, so I'm imagining that pregnancy would make them quite a bit less so.  Regardless, I need to see if I can make a pediatrician appointment for Liana tomorrow morning cos that's when my appointment is and if Jerry doesn't take the day off because his eye is goopy, itchy and otherwise nasty it'll be a lot easier to get her in then than waiting unti sometime later in the day and having to deal with my in-laws.  Not having a car sucks mightily, I tell you.  And it's going to get worse over the summer - ugh.




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