June is bustin' out all over All over the meadow and the hill! Buds're bustin' outa bushes And the rompin' river pushes Ev'ry little wheel that wheels beside the mill!
I am going to go bankrupt with all the graduations, weddings, birthdays and anniversaries next month.
However, it wouldn't be so bad if all I had to do was write a check. I can deal with that.
No, the problem is I keep getting fucking INVITATIONS requesting my presence at this events.
There are two types of people in this world. Those that are social and those that wish everyone would leave them alone in their dark and cool cave.
Guess which one I am?
So the thought of mingling for three straight weekends isn't on my list of "yippie" moments. It isn't that I don't like these people. They are all okay from afar. I just don't give a shit about their future plans or where they are going on their honeymoon. Geez..I don't even care about my own future plans (further than figuring how to get out of these g-d damn events.)
Regarding the two graduation ceremonies, I did manage to get out of those.
"If you think I am going to sit on some hot bleachers for three hours to clap to your kid for 30 seconds, you're out of your fucking mind. What time is lunch afterward?"
See, tactful and to the point. Who said I don't know the social graces. Humpf!
My baby brother is turning 40 so I need to figure out a gift for that. I will let his friends purchase the obligatory Depends, Geritol and Denture Cream.
Maybe a suped up Hoveround.
Of course they had to throw Father's Day in for good measure so I can attempt to figure out what to get the guy that has everything and if he doesn't, he doesn't want it.
On acounta it's June! June, June, June Just because it's June, June, June!