My phone, while busted as described previously since last week, was still charging--IF I plugged it into the charger and set it down just so. Well, seemingly that's not working anymore. It's dead now and no matter how I try to move it around to get pass the seeming short, it's still not charging. So, I need a new phone, and that's going to have to wait until next week. At least. Grrr.
And then my grandmother is home from the hospital, but wouldn't be if her sister had anything to say about it. She stuck her in some awful nursing home--again--but got a good talking-to from her own son and relented. He brought Nana home today. My mother and I are trying to figure out if we can get her out here. The main issue right now, though, is that she's too weak to travel.
Finally, I hate shopping. Really. It's not that I hate having stuff. I just hate looking for it, trying it on, and paying for it. I'm on the hunt for a black mini dress for the next Hubba Hubba Revue, and after hitting a thrift store, H&M, and Old Navy tonight after work, I still haven't found one. I'll figure it out, I know, but still.
Anyway. Enough crankiness for now. I'm off to shower, wash my hair, and twist my dreads.