Ryan is working 97 hours this week so he can "earn" two days off together this weekend so we can do something for Fathers day. I hate walmart so much I could just scream. Something has to change soon, right?
Possibly starting first shift next week. Good for me, bad for ryan. It means we won't see each other even more than we don't now because of when I'll have to go to bed.
I'm looking to the wind for change.
And it's raining again.
Oh, and did I mention that after battling off the rabbits from my garden now the deer have finished it off? everything I planted is gone. Why do I even try?