I'm a Survivor

Today was the day of 4 weddings, though we chose to go to just one, in Toledo. And I survived. I know, big deal. I've survived a tumor on the left side of my spine, numerous broken bones. Now, I haven't survived cancer, or anything like it, but this is pretty damn close in my opinion.

I survived 4 hours of car time with my Mom.

My Dad and brother were in the car too, but for those of you who know my Mom, this is a challenge. The way up wasn't too bad, but the ride back, after her being pretty toasty at the wedding, was damn near unbearable. I think sometimes she talks just to hear herself talk. And when she drinks, she gets LOUD and talks about stupid crap, and tells me stories I've heard 800000 times. Tonight I got some good digs in on her, it's a wonder she didn't kick me out. But there was no fighting in the car, except when I started talking as loud as she does, and she finally go the picture. I know, I'm a bitch.

I also found out that whiskey+tequila makes for an angry Ash. Also, the Hokey Pokey and the Chicken Dance will NOT be played at Nagi and I's wedding. You request it, you die. The DJ already knows it won't be played, so good luck. Also Pachelbel's Canon. That's on the don't play at the ceremony list. I hate that song.

Now before I go on my angry ramblings, I'm going to bed.