Weekend GOOD, Week so far BAD

The Ice Cream Cake I made this myself.


The Birthday girl and her favorite brother.....her ONLY brother


The Sister and friends

OK, so I resorted to cheating a little with pictures. But, in my defense if I don't post the daughter will be calling me names in her comments. The party went well. She got what all 13 year old girls love........MONEY.
So the weekend ended nicely.
But, here came Monday full of fire and brimstone! Yep, bi-polar came back off vacation. She slammed into the office did not say one word to anyone and proceeded to bitch and heavy sigh all morning. Then the comments started, by the end of the day I was so done I just wanted to walk by and slap the back of her head! Alas, I was afraid to due to the amount of chins she has I might have gotten caught in some kind of wind tunnel effect or after shock. LOL I'll probably go to hell for that comment. Today is Thursday and I am so over the bitch. We ran out of Fax machine ink yesterday afternoon. I put a note on her desk "We are out of Fax machine ink". Pretty plain, easily read. I was still out at 245p today. Over a month ago I put the last empty box on her desk with a note, "Used last Fax cartridge". She has ordered supplies 2 times since then. Would she get off her fat ass and check the supply closet? Its' on her way to the kitchen? Hell no. Instead when I again asked if she got one this morning, she said "No" and rolled her eyes like I just asked for a tonsil or something. Finally she went and got 1 not 5 or six but ONE, of course she wasn't going just to the office supply..no we stopped to get a Large order of baked spaghetti and side of garlic bread. The only reason we got one at all was because the boss needed to fax something and needed the confirmation. Bitch. When I go in at 7 tommorrow the fax machine will be out of paper, the memory will be full and I will have lost several faxes. Shes' the office manager. Goes to prove if your a shit-ass, rude and mean to people the boss will promote you. Funny thing is they don't like her either and wish she would "go away". Go figure.
I usually can just blow her off and not lower myself by letting her get to me, but this week has really pushed my patience level way past acceptable. Last night the husband said "You know after 4 years your going to have enough one day and just let loose on her. Your mouth is going to go into gear and by time your done she will wish you had hit her and got it over with."
Scary thing is hes' probably right. The people I work with don't know me really well and they have never seen me angry. Not even upset. So, they will probably fall out when it does happen. I've learned over the years to control my mouth instead of just saying exactly what I think. Husband says I can "cut your heart out" with my mouth. My older friends have told me I've become a "kindlier more gentler" Grammice. That may be coming to an end. In the words of one of the funniest comics (in my opinion) I've ever heard, Jerry Clower...."Knock him out John, one of us has got to have some relief!"