I know I should be the happiest person around, these days, as my hunny is interviewing in Boston next week for a job she's bound to get and then we'll finally be moving home! Unfortunately I let my anger bunny get the best of my, fed the drama llama, and then ate the damn butterscotch cookies.

So, it all started with people at work asking me to do lots of things that aren't my job as I struggle to do 10,000 things. I also, knowing that I'm probably giving notice in a couple weeks and only have a few weeks after that to get all my big projects finished, have a lot on my plate I need to work on and still have no time. Frustration.

Then my hunny called to tell me what her friend said about me. About me? We'll call her Chris. Chris is that woman I've been frustrated with because she's one of those bossy, know-it-alls who don't, who like to push their opinions on everyone, she thinks she's better than everyone, interupts every conversation with completely random comments designed to move the conversation to something she wants to discuss and has the tendency to act like a Keebler elf on crack in order to get attention. I don't like her. But she works with my hunny and is a reference for her so I play nice. (despite the fact that she feels I, and all my fellow admin people with measley bachelors degrees are beneath her because she has a JD, the little troll)

Well, apparently my hunny and Chris were chatting today about our upcoming move to Boston and Hunny said "now we just need to get you to move to Boston with us". To which she responded that all Bostonites are rude and she hates it up there and would never move. Hunny said "but Jacqui is from Boston and she's not rude". Chris then went on a tangent about how I am most definitely rude, I'm abrupt, I'm loud, and inconsiderate. This is the point that I begin cursing loudly.

Janet asked for examples because 99% of the time I am a very polite, friendly, accommodating person. She mentioned ONCE when I had yelled at a woman in a car who almost backed over me in a parking lot. She was about 3 inches from hitting me and WASN'T stopping and I gave her a ration of verbal abuse for it. Chris also mentioned that Hunny is rude too, because she "allowed" me to go off like that and then backed me up when I apologized to our group of friends for making a big scene.

This is a woman who we have cared for when she's sick. A woman we have helped move heavy furniture for. A woman we have driven to her house after work on occasion, which is 25 miles out of the way for us.

Well, I just about had a brain aneurism. Not sure why Hunny decided to tell me this as she and a few friends are coming to our home next Friday for drinks, food, and movies. I don't know if I'll be able to look at her without wanting to kill her.

So, after this conversation I went into the kitchen to get my lunch and there it was. A big huge tub of butterscotch cookies for the office. And what did I do? I grabbed three and didn't even realize what I was doing before I had finished them all off.

I have told Hunny that she is not to be invited to our wedding (as she had been on our list up until now). Wouldn't want her to be surrounded by rude, inconsiderate Bostonites.

But now I'm pissed at myself. Another 2 weeks of cheat-free living down the tubes. URG. Not to worry, it won't make it through to dinner. I'm starting fresh right now. I've learned my lesson over years of trying to stick to this diet.

Attempting to calm down now....breathe, breathe.....hmph!