Dear Diary,
Today wasn't the best day. A fight with the bf, waking up late, and the damn cat pissing on my towel.
Grandma called. We talk about Christmas presents and told me windy has a couch she is giving away and asked if I wanted it. She's always running into free stuff for me. She sent a picture and insisted that I open it right away. She is always in a hurry and a workaholic. Except she tell me "I'm only a workaholic if I wanted to work". I mentioned maybe building a greenhouse this latest summer and she assumed we build it together. I didn't mind she just wants to spend time with me. And I love her despite her cold expressions that aren't really mean just resting bitch face and a blunt but caring personality. She doesn't know how she sounds. She's just very old-school country just like my grand grandfather. Who surprising is still alive with me at the age of 21. Now don't get me wrong its not country like we have an accent or anything but just big family with loggers, farmers, and guns. Grandpa and grandma c are the center of out family. The two pillars. The glue. With their seven children grandma b being one of the sever had my uncle and my mom veing the eldest. Having my sister , then me, then brother 1, and brother 2. My brothers are the hardest to shop for Christmas. They are into video games and hunting and I can't afford to buy them gear they don't already have. So clothes it is because they are boys and my mother us bad about taking them clothes shopping.