Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my Irish relatives (there are a hell of a lot of you.) Hope your day is lucky.
I am allergic to luck (they had a leprechaun touch me and I came up in green boils.) I am having a bad week. I wrote out a lovely backstory for Carden, only to find it held a massively bad mistake that I was too tired to fix on the day I made it. I haven't gotten round to that yet.
You probably don't remember this, but back at Christmastime I mentioned that Mum had bought me a copy of Muse's Showbiz CD and a ring from Goodwill. I also mentioned that she had lost them.
We haven't found them yet. Three months of cleaning her room, searching under every surface and scouring every INCH and nothing. We gave away HALF of her clothes and found not one CD and not one ring buried underneath.
It's turned into a sort of battle of wills-me with my undying belief that it's got to be in here SOMEWHERE, Mum with her undying belief that if she buys me another CD and another ring that she'll stop me from tearing her closet apart looking for the stuff. And that she'll shut me up.
She doesn't remember that I pummeled my way through 5 years of college purely by my own perseverance, does she? Does she think I won't do it to retrieve something that's technically mine?
The only thing holding me back from going in there and doing it is that my youngest sister cleaned the closet from top to bottom around Christmas and A) will kill me if she finds it torn up when she arrives here tomorrow (never mind what Anna will do since she's here now and B) she's the bloodhound in the family and may save me having to do it anyway.
If someone doesn't come up with a better idea of where to look in two weeks, that closet is fair game. I'll put it back together when I'm done.
Ta,
Bec
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