So, my birthday party was partly a disaster and then not, how so? My family in question, and their strange addiction to alcohol and the fact that they nearly tore up my husband’s and I’s new place. Soda on the walls, the floors, food on the carpet, and lastly a dent in the wall. It was so frustrating to see this and being breathless at the same time. I had to go around, give tours of the new place to those that never saw it and finally helping out friends and family. It was exhausting/exasperating to say the least. I really don’t understand my family, and they are better off not coming next time, just because of their attitude, and the fact of what they did. The fact that they disrespected my place of dwelling has me on edge, and the fact that they need alcohol to have a good time. I’m tired of giving it to them. I don’t have money all the time.
Still, it isn’t even about the whole fact of them spilling things, just the fact that they disrespected me.
Alas, they do support me, so I can’t knock them off entirely.
The birthday girl: ME!
Finally, I wanted to follow Holly‘s idea and let you all see what I have in my purse, with the introduction of my new purse.