Ok, so Saturday was Dean's birthday party. It was scheduled for 2 pm at the park. Well, I didn't rent out a shelter so I left my house at 7:30a to go reserve some picnic tables and start setting up. I leave my house and was on my way to pick up a friend that was supposed to be ready to go and come with me to help. She didn't pick up her phone so I head straight to the park. Once I get to the park, I wreck the van. I smashed the entire right front end and fucked up the steering rod. How? I ran into the fence.
Megan = 0
Fence = 1
So my friend and his wife come to save my butt, call AAA, etc. As I'm getting Dean out of the car (he's still sleeping, even after Mom's dumbass move) and start moving him into my friends car. At this point it's 45-50 degrees outside. Cold for Miami. It starts to rain. Not drizzle, not sprinkle. POUR. Now I need to find a new location. Found new location. Had to call all 50 people showing up to let them know that we moved spots. Went to go get the pizzas for the party, lost my card. Found it! It fucking felt like the day was turning into absolute shit. Got everything finished and the party was a success! Thank god, seriously. Oh yeah, Dean's dad didn't show up at his birthday fucking party. Can't you tell I'm pleased? Now I'm PMSing and was woken up by a screaming baby, trucks outside, my loud ass little sister, dog barking his ass off and the bird, which, I swear to god I'm gonna fucking shoot sometime soon. Then I get in the car with my mom to drive to the bank and get money out for the deposit on a rental car. NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING DRIVE.
How was everyone else's weekend?
Megan = 0
Fence = 1
So my friend and his wife come to save my butt, call AAA, etc. As I'm getting Dean out of the car (he's still sleeping, even after Mom's dumbass move) and start moving him into my friends car. At this point it's 45-50 degrees outside. Cold for Miami. It starts to rain. Not drizzle, not sprinkle. POUR. Now I need to find a new location. Found new location. Had to call all 50 people showing up to let them know that we moved spots. Went to go get the pizzas for the party, lost my card. Found it! It fucking felt like the day was turning into absolute shit. Got everything finished and the party was a success! Thank god, seriously. Oh yeah, Dean's dad didn't show up at his birthday fucking party. Can't you tell I'm pleased? Now I'm PMSing and was woken up by a screaming baby, trucks outside, my loud ass little sister, dog barking his ass off and the bird, which, I swear to god I'm gonna fucking shoot sometime soon. Then I get in the car with my mom to drive to the bank and get money out for the deposit on a rental car. NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO FUCKING DRIVE.
How was everyone else's weekend?