The Morning of

God forbid I ever get cancer, that's when I'll shave my head. Sitting around the breakfast table with; Grandma, Grandpa, 2 Aunts, and a cousin, we were discussing one of my aunts new ideas, she wants to cut her hair off. I strongly disagree, I love it the way it is, and Grandpa looks at me and says, "Why don't you do a style like your fathers?" (he's bald) I very bluntly said, if I get cancer, that's when I will. Mom's tombstone unveiling is this morning, it's in 25 minutes. I'm not so much dreading it, as just wanting it to be over. I love having company and family around, but it sometimes gives me a horrible headache, sometimes it's just to many voices. Thinking about all the things that I need to get done; clean the room, clean the bathroom, do my laundry, fold my laundry, the list just starts to add up, and all that bitchy agitation gets worse and worse. I'm figuring it out though. Last night me and the cousin had a wonderful talk, she said putting up walls really helps no one, it just makes me worse. So I'm taking that into consideration for the next time i want to bite someone's head off. Now I must put on that last swipe of mascara before I leave. So have a wonderful day, and remember to breathe.