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Okay...I know i haven't updated in a long time with anything of substance, but i was off for a week and then I got sick, so i went home early and missed one night, so i'm sorry for all of you just clinging to the edge of your seats to hear about my wonderfully facinating life...NOT!Alrighty..anyway. Last weekend was AMAZING! Vince and I went to Michigan. traffic was great, we relaxed in the sun, went water skiing, tubing, swiming, we drank, we ate, we snuggled, i got the mom and dad dose I needed, i got to meet my niece and see all the other relatives i've missed so much, it just fucking rocked! I was sad to leave though, and coming back sucked. I was tired, didn't feel like driving, pissed my parents were leaving, and sad that we didn't get to spend more time out there. Vince and I got into it and didn't speak 1/2 of michigan, through indiana, all through chicago, and most of illionois. *I get very very quiet when i'm angry, then i throw things* finally he leaned over and kissed me and we talked about it. the rest of the weekend was great. we went to his mom's the next day. It was cold out! We grabbed sweat shirts and snuggled up on the recliner outside in the sun and fell alseep. that moment was so perfect! then we cut the grass and Vince cleaned out my car for me *swoons* The rest of the week went down hill. I got sick with a bladder infection. my first and hopefully last ever. i do not enjoy pissing like razors and peeing blood every 2 seconds. not only that but i spent last night puking my brains out. i'm not enjoying this at all! hopefully it will be gone soon. So my storage key saga continues. Assholes from my management company decide to cut our lock off our storage unit and put their own on there and then charge us. um..dickheads..we've had that for the last year and a half and you are just doing something about it now! So i need to get in there. and for the past three weeks i have been calling to stupid idoits at this rental company telling them i need the key. first they were going to put it under the door, then they mailed us something saying here is the key, send us your check..but NO FUCKING KEY! then i called and said, hey i'll bring the check in the morning you give me the key. then they called back saying, oh..sorry mr. dickhead is on vacation til monday, we'll call back then. UUUGGHHHH!!!! i'm just going to cut off their lock and say look, i've been telling you for three weeks now i needed that key like oh say last fricken month. i'm pissed. what if carol dies...how the heck am i going to give here that angel or get my dress out of there for her funeral? Okay i feel better now...i'm going to go toxical some cases and come back. there is a lot more i wanna say.