Sick, that's what I've been, Sick. I've been on this job for 19 months and hadn't missed a day, now I've missed two in one week. I hate being sick. About to head to bed, hoping my weekend will be better than the week was.

So, did I say my brother, the one who won't return my phone calls and only contacts me via a mass email to all of us sisters, sent us all an email that maybe we should have a reunion in Vegas!?!? Say WHAT???????? He's trying to ease his familial-guilt. He's told me so much in the past. Well, dear brother, no I'm not up for it. Take your reunion and shove it up your high-horsed ass. I didn't even answer him. The balls it must take to ignore someone's attempts at contact then ask them to reunite. Nope, not going to happen. Ease your guilt another way, but leave me the hell out of it.

Ok, I'm sick, did I say that already? I'm going to bed.

toodles