Crap

Sunday lunch has gone from bad to worse............ I didn't think that was possible. Mom just called and wants us to meet them at the Old Country Buffet (Yuck) at 11:00 am because they switch over to lunch at 11:30 and that way Dad can get the breakfast crap he wants (that's been sitting in the warmer since 6 am). How did my life get so screwed up? And when did it get so damn boring that I'm having birthday brunch at an old farts buffet instead of a candlelit dinner with Mr. Wonderful? Oh, wait........ forgot that Mr. Wonderful is already taken. The story of my life. Now you see why I titled it "crap".