It's been rip roaring HOT all week. I know the east coast and other areas have been dreadful, but L.A. has been pretty decent...until NOW. I love sweating while I sleep. And the heat has been making everyone grumpy, so of course, L and I were going at it for the past day or so.
Yes, there are a few problems on the home front.
Without getting too specific, we live with my little brother. That's right, I don't think I ever revealed that on my blog, but yes, my brother is our roommate. The first time I told one of my friends this months ago, she responded with "WOW, that must be SO weird." Well, thank you kind, sympathetic friend for your understanding. It isn't always a bed of roses, but we are all trying to make it work. Have you ever heard of financial problems? Jerk. Ever since her reaction I have been exceedingly embarrassed to reveal our living arrangement, and don't tell many people. Well, today I don't care so there it is.
Anyway, I love my brother and generally we get along really well. But inevitably, there are always issues when you live with someone else, especially when you are married and living with someone else. At times, it sucks. This is one of those weeks.
In addition, I got the invite for L's cousin's baby shower. Out of the blue, I have been really bummed about this. It's a women only shower, so I can't even hide behind L for comfort. I know I have to go, but going means I have to sit next to my mother-in-law (everyone knows how comforting that woman is) and pretend to get excited about baby shoes, and playing that disgusting game where there's chocolate in a diaper but it looks like shit. Haha, the chocolate looks like poop, HILARIOUS.
*EDIT: I realize the above paragraph makes me seem like a huge bitch. I love L's cousin and am happy for her. The invite just came at a bad time. Also, that poop game really is odd to me. I take nothing back when it comes to the poop game*
The only light at the end of my tunnel are straight-from-the-box Pillsbury Funfetti cookies with Funfetti frosting that I plan on "making" this weekend. Making is in quotes because it is from the box. But I love Funfetti, and my mom makes the cake every year, so I can't wait to try these.
Sorry I am ending the week on the blog on such a sour note. I'll get over myself, friends. I swear. Hope you are doing well, and enjoy your weekend :)