The Wedding and Other Side Stories

Around 2pm today, one of the most lavish and ultra-extravagant wedding events in the history of this island beach's shores will be happening.

Four days of bookings in various 5-star deluxe hotels surrounding the island's powdery white sandy beach -- to accommodate local and foreign guests from all over the world.

And then several venues for the following: One, to accommodate the pre-wedding party. Another venue for the cocktail party. Another one again for the actual wedding dinner reception.  And finally, the last one, another posh venue for an after-wedding drinking (and cavorting) party until sunrise for friends of the couple.  Wow.

My, oh, my...  And it happens to be that of Fucky's slutty-looking niece, and her Latino, moronic fiance.  I am here in the house, with my darling daughter and bratty pooch, brewing with anger, because Fucky, and everyone in his family of shitheads left us.  Yes, because we are sick with the (insert *fake* here) flu.

I got upset when I had to pull myself to rise up from bed this morning, because the househelp in my MIL's house -- which happens to be just right beside ours -- were having a laughing-like-a-hyena spree, complete with screaming, tickling, and all.  Just like stupid birds who escaped from their cage, so to speak.

Of course, a few days ago, I had to inform them, that there will only be myself and my daughter in this house, super sick and trying desperately to recuperate.  So utter silence and proper decorum should be observed, as their voices are clearly heard from our bedrooms upstairs.

I did not expect these ratty maids to have their own "party" while the cats are away, that even the drivers are having so much fun chatting and screaming with glee at the top of their lungs with these girl helpers.

I had to text Fucky, and told him to inform his mother (my MIL), to remind these househelp to be at least, a little considerate of us, patients, who are currently in house arrest.  Fucky even had to call them to remind them to be quiet and less rowdy.  Tsk, tsk, tsk.  These housemaids are so hard-headed, they could not take a mild and gentle reminder to keep still.

So I had to get up from bed this morning, even if I still have a heavy cloud in my head from the meds I drank the night before -- I went down, and slammed shut the connecting door from my kitchen to my MIL's house to let them know I was greatly upset, and disturbed from where I was in my sickbed upstairs.

I tell you, why does all things -- animate (or otherwise) -- and just about everything connected with Fucky's family, so annoying and so tempting to annihilate???

Still wishing the wedding happening at this very moment turns out to be the worst wedding of all time...  Summoning all the evil spirits of diarrhea and vomiting.................. (Excluding my son in that verbal spell I just said).