I want to curl up in a ball and cry. I just got a voicemail from my great-great-aunt, Jill, asking me if I wanted to go to church. Here's her message:
"Hi, Sarah, it's just Aunt Jill here. I was wondering if you wanted to come to church next Sunday, dear. Oh, and bring that nice Aaron boy too. Call me back, dear. I love you."
I wanted to rip my hair out, scream, and cry. FML.
Oh yeah, and this blog isn't just for my writing, it's also for me to well...blog. Yeah.
Someone please save me from my family. I'll put up what the deal with Aaron is later. Bye.
"Hi, Sarah, it's just Aunt Jill here. I was wondering if you wanted to come to church next Sunday, dear. Oh, and bring that nice Aaron boy too. Call me back, dear. I love you."
I wanted to rip my hair out, scream, and cry. FML.
Oh yeah, and this blog isn't just for my writing, it's also for me to well...blog. Yeah.
Someone please save me from my family. I'll put up what the deal with Aaron is later. Bye.
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