Thank you, Jinx

Jinx, love, I hope you don't mind, but this just made me incredibly happy:

"and then on may 22nd, i may be in maryland to see two of the most fabulous people in the world finaly get married. (its also my mommy's birthday, so i think its a great sign.) by the way beautiful siren, since i know you'll read this, i do not want to put any more stress on you or whatever budget you guys have. i can also maybe just come down for the day by bus or something. i do not want to be a burden, bother, stress source or anything bad whatsoever, as much as i do want to be there to see what is sure to be a most glorious and awesome (in the truest sense) moment."

I just mentioned it to Adam, and he got a huge smile on his face and said, "Yay, that's good..." and then rolled over and pressed his face to the pillow. I need to wake him up so we can go to work.

You'll need to email me your mailing address. I'll give you my phone number(s) so you can RSVP.

I'm still happy it's spring, though.

So, I've been having a small asthma attack since nine this morning. Yep.
I think it was triggered by me running up a very, very, very long flight of Metro escalator stairs because I was too rushed to get the elevator. *shakes head*
I didn't bring an inhaler with me. I had to run out to CVS and buy Primatene Mist. I try to avoid those. They make me jittery. But boy, am I awake.
I know exactly what's wrong, at least -- mucous has clogged everything in my head and chest. I woke up this morning nauseated because of it. Adam wasn't doing well, either -- he's been coughing and hacking for days.
It's the house. It's something in the fucking house: Libby and Bernie never clean. And then they complain when the rugs aren't vacuumed, the dishes aren't done, the litter isn't changed. When my parents were here last, week, Mom almost had an asthma attack. She couldn't stay in the house for more than an hour or two. That's how bad it is.
When I first moved in, Libby's sister was living there, and she would clean and make it all nice and fresh. When she moved out, I helped Adam out. Libby would occasionally vacuum. I have never seen Bernie lift a finger except to maybe clean pots and load the dishwasher. Sometimes he doesn't even clean up his own mess in the kitchen. And then he roars about the mess because Adam or I wasn't there to clean it up. Gods know what that house was like years ago.
Libby's parents were millionares; she had maids and servants. So I can understand her mentality. But this is pushing it. The house is borderline dangerous. Adam can't do all the work by himself. There are days when I am so fucking exhausted and in pain that I can barely lift the vacuum cleaner. We try. But it's not our house. And they do yell and bitch if we move their stuff.
Fuck, I am going to kiss the fucking ground when we get our own home. And people wonder why I try and meet my friends in other places.

Sorry. Moment of unexpected rant. Adam and I were discussing it one night after dinner, when the parents finished eating and left us to clean it up. It's honestly not that horrible. I just get frustrated. Your children are not your servants, you know.

I'll be happier when the pressure and heaviness and squeezing all goes away. There is this one spot right between my shoulder blades that feels like a blade and it is very annoying.

Look, lawn ornaments!

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