Suffice it to say, I've had an icky week:
My son's not feeling well. Over the weekend I sunk my blackberry into the bottom of the lake and had to pay an $89 insurace premium to get another one.
Worst of all: our car got broken into. Some crackhead completely shattered the passenger side window to get the mount to our GPS (just the mount; we keep the GPS in the house) and an old bottle of cologne. So I spent last night saran wrapping the car where the window was supposed to be. And now it's raining. Fantastic.
In a moment of just...ugh... I sent my friend (one of my BMs and the Godmother to my son) a text : "Just had to saran wrap the window. Officially feel like trash. Damnit I went to college!!! LOL"
Her response was "That's what you get when you're with a man who DIDN'T"
Wow. Ouch.
Some facts: my FI went to trade school to become an electrician. This friend and I both went to school to become teachers and it isn't panning out well for either of us. We're all having hard times so who is she to judge?
I could be catty about a couple things about her: her babydaddy situation, her penchant for chasing guys that aren't available or interested. I could go on and on but I won't because she's my friend and that's not right.
My feelings are just really hurt.
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