sister #2’s housewarming party is today. i cannot decide if it will be fun or hell on earth. it could really go either way. it’s supposed to be roughly 394 degrees out today. . . so regardless it’s going to feel like hell.

i’ve been up for an hour now, and do you think i’ve finished making the salads? no, of course not. i am sick and tired. sick and tired of being the salad sister. last time i whined, they said i could bring the pickles. but NOOooooOOO, i am back to being the salad sister. I wish it were easy, salad in a bag and dressing. or picking up a gallon of potato salad at the local grocery store deli. but it’s not. . . because deli salad is vile.

the potato salad has been ruled out. after leaving work at 6:30 last night, i just didn’t see potato peeling in my future. so they are gonna get italian pasta salad and tuna salad and they are gonna like it.

so now, the only question remaining is. . . do i get shitfaced and spend the night at sister #2’s or do i drink responsibly (i.e. diet pepsi or water) and spend the night here in my bed?

just too many decisions facing me this morning.