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The date of my death...

...is:

Saturday, September 22, 2029

Why? Because I clicked on this:

http://www.deathclock.com/

Stole this from Crash n Donna and (so long as you're not a nut who will take it to heart) it's pretty cool, lol, if some what disturbing!

I'm not the happiest of bunnies this evening. Mark called us earlier wanting Yorkie to come to the pub with him. That's not a problem or anything, but I didn't want to go. Last time Mark wanted to meet Yorkie in town and I went I was made to feel less than welcome by his comment "you brought the missus". I shrugged this off, but it's not a one off. So today I said to Yorkie that I didn't really want to go. But he pulled a face and talked me into it with reasons why I should come. It's nice that he wants me to come out with him, so many blokes would rather have a nut removed than take their long standing bird to the pub with his mates, so I agreed, thinking I could nip round town for a bit and do some shopping and leave them to it.

When we got there Jen was in having a late lunch with her feller, so I went and sat with them for a bit while Mark and Yorkie got some drinks in. it was nice catching up with Jen for a bit, and when I went round town I bought some teddys for her nipper for Christmas and gave them to her. I would have gone round with something later in the month, but this was as good a time as any. Mark made comments on my choice of gifts, which I chose to ingore.

After Jen and Steph left Mark hardly had a word to say to me, so when Yorkie went to the loo / bar I asked if Gemma would be joining us soon. In fact, what I said was "Is you're missus coming down? Is she working today?" to which the responce was a rant about how she wasn't his "missus" and that they would never be getting married, with much glarings. I said, with a fake laugh "it's alright, I'm not trying to talk you into getting married!" and his mumbled rely to that was "we don't need that bull shit. Either of us" and then Yorkie came back and never another word was mentioned on the subject.

But I desded then and there that I would not be hanging around much longer!

Now don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem with Mark, and I have generally thought that he likes me well enough. Most of the time I really like him. But every so often he makes comments, which might be innocent enough, but which also might be aimed at really pissing me off for what ever reason! And they do! Tonight he really pissed me off. He didn't want me there, I didn't want to be there, and if he has a problem with me and Yorkie getting married, well, tough! It's not like I held a gun to the mans head! Neither is it any of his damn business!

So once 6pm rolled up, and I had a good reason to go (the parking ticket on my car had run out, not that any one would have checked at that time of night) I said my good byes and left. Yorkie, again pulling a face, didn't want me to go, but I'm not in the mood for criptic commenst every time there's just me and Mark at the table, and Gemma's constant butting in with random off topic "you're not talking about / to me" comments were getting on my tits too.

At the end of the day he's Yorkies mate, maybe his best mate, and I'm not going to get in the way of that. I have my Yorkie all to my self when we're home together, and I know he wanted me to be out with him tonight, but he doesn't see much of Mark since Gemma came along and I'm not going to sit there and let the atmosphere be bad on my account. Not when I have better things to do. Like spend time talking to people who are HAPPY what we're getting married and doesn't think it makes me a controlling bitch freak from hell.

Maybe I should drop into the conversation that it was - after all - Yorkie's suggestion that we go shopping for enagment rings, and him who was worried about leaving it too late to be a good parent. Not me. I hate when people jump to conclusions about me and my life when they don't even know half the facts!

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