I know that sounds bad, but man, what a downer having to be around this dying dog. My sister's husband, Bill, refuses to get the dog put to sleep. My mom joked that we should get the dog put to sleep for his birthday on Friday!
I feel better because before Karma left for work she gave me a Darvocet for my cramps. Maybe that's how I'll get through this "vacation": prescription pain killers. I'll just smile and not think about the giant, lonely question mark my life has turned out to be.
Look, I am sucking it up and I'm going to try to make the best of it. I just wish I could spend more time with my sister.
I am however, utterly scandelized by my sister's lack of interest in recycling. Aluminium cans go straight in the trash and it makes me cringe.
