Furniture woes and the possibility of becoming a spinster

I have so much to do over the weekend just thinking about it is stressing me out. The furniture people are coming tommorrow to look at my cocktail table. I always get the warranty with all my furniture there is a scratch on the side that I honestly don't know how it happend. In order to file a claim, they have to look at it and tell me what to write so it doesn't get rejected. So it's a huge mess.

We are attempting to plan a canoe trip or 2 for the summer. Nothin spells fun like paddling down the river drunk and getting some sun. I'm working Friday and Saturday and I might pick up Sunday too. Tommorrow, if the furniture people come early enough, I may try to pick up a 2nd job. I have tuition to pay, plus existing student loans that are gonna start biting me in the ass soon.

A boy yet is gone for good this time. I just don't have it in me anymore to stress myself out over him. Normally I'm pretty good at writing people off, but he's the one exception. I deleted him from my phone for the 1000th time but any girl knows that doesn't make you forget the number. We'll see how it goes. He's busy with family stuff this weekend and I'm just gonna work my ass off so maybe the chances are good.

A and I were talking the other day about how in the South, if you're not married by 25 you're considered an old maid. We both whine and cry about how we'll be spinsters with 25 cats and live next door to each other. We'll be the two 80 year old ladies still barefoot in the bar like we did at 21. I'm sure that won't be the case with either of us but I just feel like I have to get my shit straight before I can even seriously consider settling down. I can't just expect some man to come in, save me, and make all my problems go away.

I've got to get some laundry done, dogs fed and this house cleaned up before I can even consider letting those men in tommorrow.