I'm snotty.

I test drove a Chevy HHR yesterday. I decided that will be the mommy car. I've almost got Heath convince to take over payments on a friend of a friend's big ass travel trailer. I finally convinced him that I am not going to quit working when the baby comes. At the least I will work part time.

My sister-in-law met up with us yesterday at the bar. I was playing darts, and kicking ass, with Heath's friends. We hung out for a few hours and came home. His sister joined us. When we got here, I changed into my jammies because they are still the most comfortable thing I own. She was getting ready to leave and she said to me, "Well I guess when you want to have something to do with me again, call me." I was like WTF? I told her, "M this is what I do, this what I like to do, I don't go out, I don't go shopping, I like sitting at home." Then Heath said to her from the kitchen, "Way to lay a guilt trip M, or try any way." I was so pissed off. I have not been any different in the 9 years Heath and I lived together. I got the going out bug out of my system when I was 21,22. I don't go shopping any more because of my anxiety and my total annoyance with the general population. Everyone knows that if you want to visit with me, the chances are my couch is the place to be. I don't really like going out to eat because of the noise. I'm a hermit, it's nothing personal, it's who I am.

I decided to go with a lady bug theme on the baby room. We'll paint the wall a sage green, the furniture will be a cherry wood color. I started registering for stuff.