It's my friend Lucy's birthday today. She is one of my TinyTown people, and I keep meaning to get her this one specific gift but it requires driving to Charlotte and I have not had the wherewithal to do that.
Anyway, I called her, and said, "What are you doing on your birthday?!" "Not much," she said, "but this coming weekend my kids and grandkids are all having a party for me. They won't let me do a thing and I don't even know the guest list. …But I guess you aren't on it."
I'M TOTALLY NOT ON IT! I AM NOT ON THE GUEST LIST!
Who is irritated? What you gotta do to get invited to all the hot parties in TinyTown? Everyone hates me. The fact that I met Lucy's kids precisely once is beside the point. I WOULD HAVE DRIVEN IN for this shindig.
June. Ostracized by TinyTown since 2012.
Other than being blatantly excluded from everything fun, I have not much going on, over here, and for that I am grateful. I finally invoiced everyone for the work I did all month and you'd think I were a rich man, daidle deedle daidle daidle daidle deedle daidle dum, with the me not invoicing. Oh, money. That pesky stuff. Who needs it?
Today Ima weed the yard, even though my lawn guy said he would do so next time he comes. I cannot wait for him to show, though, because I have Addams Family yard with all the rain we've been getting. My dead neighbor has fewer weeds than me, and that is never a good sign. For a dead person, she gets a lot of lawn care done. And no, no one has bought her house, STILL.
Geez. I just emailed with another TinyTown friend. "Oh, yeah, I got invited," he said. "I just assumed I'd see you there."
I hate everything.
P.S. Oh crap. I just looked on the calendar and realized it's also Roger's birthday today. The woman who gave him to me knew the day he was born. Happy birthday, my sweet giant kitty. Tell dead neighbor I appreciate her lawn if you see her.