It is just a bitchy day.. I want to scream. Who would hear. Would it matter at all.. no one would hear and it wouldn't matter at all..I'm just bummed out at my husband who rsvp-ed for one to his niece's wedding.. The one being him.. He really wasn't going to tell me either.. How nice is that.. so I stay home with the dogs.. :(
Really I'd rather be home alone with out him than having him here. He brings sooo much tension. There are so many rules in his life. How things have to be done.. When you have to eat .. How much or little you can eat.. How you tie your shoes.. How much food you have in the refrigerator ... How you hang a shirt on a hanger.. How you put in a screw.. How you clean a bath tub.. How you mow the lawn.. How you clean up shit.. On and on and on and on it goes..

And in the end ... does any of this shit really matter.. No put your shirt on inside out who cares.. Where a purple shirt with red pants and go to wal mart and get posted on the web. Who the heck cares.. ( I haven't done that... I wear the same old stuff.. light colored shirts and dark colored pants ..) My uniform.. All bought from Goodwill and Salvation Army. Why because mister cheap pants is soo tight with his green.. He will be hold a dollar bill in his hand as he is buried..

But this was also supposed to be where I posted pics of my quilting.. Here are the latest.. Never know where they will be posted.. It's okay with me.. It's a rainy day here and I have messed up my bp med.. not the oil spill that is a whole other matter.. Folks oil just doesn't go away.. You hate and you love it.. Drive baby drive.. Burn it.. But who knows where it really comes from or even cares.. Okay enough of the soap box for today.. maybe..