Dear Mother
Apr. 15th, 2009 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_flicPlease stop calling me with questions like: when will your father eat lunch tomorrow and where will we store the turkey? I DON'T CARE. Father can sort his own faffing lunch out while I'm at the haidressers and the turkey can wring its own neck for all I care.
Dear RL friends: Please stop calling me and asking if I'm nervous. Your phonecalls are not helping to stop making me nervous. If you must call at all today, call about something non wedding related. Preferably an amusing story about someone who fell over. That's always good for a chuckle.
Dear Children: Please stop acting like brats today. It may be I'm stressed out and your behavious is no worse than usual. But it FEELS worse. So pack it in before I lose my last remaining shred of temper.
*breathes deeply*
*goes back to obsessing over height of hair quiff*
Dear RL friends: Please stop calling me and asking if I'm nervous. Your phonecalls are not helping to stop making me nervous. If you must call at all today, call about something non wedding related. Preferably an amusing story about someone who fell over. That's always good for a chuckle.
Dear Children: Please stop acting like brats today. It may be I'm stressed out and your behavious is no worse than usual. But it FEELS worse. So pack it in before I lose my last remaining shred of temper.
*breathes deeply*
*goes back to obsessing over height of hair quiff*