Grump.

Hi. Happy Monday. How was your weekend? Mine wasn't quite a total disaster. Saturday wasn't a complete waste of time, effort and money if you ignore the fact that the stylist at my hair salon did about as good a job as my mom could have done for free, or that the two hours I spent on my invitations here at the office ended in a printer glitch that rendered every single one of them completely FUBAR so that I have to buy new paper and start all over, or that the digital camera I got out of layaway at Wal-Mart (always a pain in the derrierre) turned out, upon further inspection once I got it home, to be used--the people who returned it didn't even bother to delete their pictures first.

But let's focus on the positive, shall we? The trip to the salon inspired a side-trip to Sally's for a product overhaul, and between that and the trim my hair is much better now. The dress fitting went well (it looked so pretty once it was all pinned and properly fitted!) and is going to cost much less than I'd anticipated. I found some flowers that I think will be a better choice for my bridesmaids' bouquets than what I picked out for them earlier, plus I picked up some beadery to embellish them with a little sparkle. I found a really cute invitation kit for the big reception party, and as for the wedding invitations, at least I sorted out what I want and what direction the paper goes in the color printer and all that business, so when I'm ready to reprint them I'll know what I'm doing and it shouldn't take nearly as long. Also, I put a video camera in layaway. I won't go on about the little 'tween-age girl who kept squeezing between me and the cameras I was trying to compare so she could fondle the digital cameras and whine incessantly to her mother how much she wanted one, while her mother stood by and watched her get all up in my personal bubble and said not a single word by way of correction, because I'm focusing on the positive. And then I came home to Matt and a nice glass of Merlot and MST3K: The Brain That Wouldn't Die and I felt much better by the end of the evening.

Speaking of bratty, insufferably self-centered, demanding 'tween girls, yesterday in some-or-another department store's Sunday flier I saw tee-shirts for little girls with the following slogans: "Pouting works", "I did it but I'm blaming you", "Buy me stuff and I'll be nice", and "It's all about me. You should know that." Nice. Seriously, any parents who would buy their kids these shirts deserve what they get. Way to train your children up in the way that they should be assholes.

I'm betting the punk-ass young twenty-something chick who preceded me into the office and couldn't be bothered to hold the door open and hand it off to me as I entered right behind her, and then looked back at me with disdain as I grabbed the door before it slammed shut and locked me out, had a shirt like that when she was little. Hell, I bet she's got a shirt or three like that stashed in her closet now. Huzz.