I'm sitting in a chilly house, listening to some fucked up punk music, and watching my hyper cats run around all poofed and crazy. Our car is getting fixed finally, and we have a rental car for about a week. My husband is super worried about it because we have to be extra extra careful with it. Him worrying makes me a little paranoid too. I still am in love with my job. I love the kids I work with and my coworkers are pretty ok too. All of the other jobs I have ever had I have dreaded going too, but this one I actually look forward to when I wake up in the morning. I feel like I am actually doing something productive and meaningful. My feet are cold. I am really happy with my life right now. I love my honey, I'm getting along with most of my family, I have a little money in the bank. Life is good. But, on the note of "getting along with most of my family" my sister is a bitch. A big mean one. I went to her stupid thing on sat, and I shouldnt have. She was a bitch the whole time. And she wasnt just a bitch to me, but to mom and gramma and my little brother too. So at this point I have decided that untill she can grow up I am going to not have anything to do with her. I wish that we could just be sisters, and not have stuff like this happen. In other notes, either this month or next month I am gonna get another tat. I'm excited :D