Woe #46

This woe has no title, mainly because it's a whole bunch of things for me to bitch about it.
I'm going to go all bridezilla for a couple of minutes.
Bear with me.

First rant of woe #46: still no engagement pictures.
Dear Mr. Dave Jaffa told us we would have them by the beginning to middle of last week.
Guess what?
Monday passed...
Tuesday passed...
Trev: "Be patient!"
Patience is not my strongest quality.
I really thought we'd get an email about them on Wednesday...
Thursday passed...
Friday rolled around, and I was really grumpy about the situation.
Trev has this knack and can tell when I'm grumpy about things not pertaining to him so when I take out my grumpiness on him, he just ignores me.
"Just wait, as soon as you get your pictures, you'll be happy," Trev said.
I just grumbled some more.
Then, as we were in Wal Mart, I got a phone call from Dave.
"Natasha! Did you get the link I emailed you this morning?"
My heart sank. "No..."
"Damn! The internet in Morgan is so sketchy [...] I uploaded them all this morning, but there might have been a glitch [...] I have three weddings today [...] I have three weddings tomorrow [...] I'll upload them again tonight when I get home, and you'll have a link tomorrow morning!"
... ... ...
Saturday morning came and passed, and now it's Sunday.
Still no link to view our pictures.
I finally turned off the notifications for my email on my phone because I'm sick of checking it.

Second rant of the woe #46: I really hate my old landlords.
And God help me if they find this blog.
These are the landlords of the house I used to live in with some friends.
I moved out the beginning of February, because I needed to get away from my roommates.
(Nothing personal, guys.)
Well, middle of April I heard from the sister of my landlord.
"The house is a mess!" "You need to help clean it!" "There are severe damages!" "Blah blah blah!"
Bitch I haven't lived there for almost three months!
So, naturally, I confronted my roommates.
They cleaned the house, and made it look nice.
I even went over there and helped clean too.
Then came the "extra damage charges" from the landlord.
A big ol' whopping $1,200 to replace the carpet in the basement.
Simply because of three small, tiny burn marks.
Big shout out to the asshole who did that! (I know who you are, dick.)
We came together and paid it off, each of us paying $240.
Did I have an extra $240 laying around? No.
Had I lived in the house for months? No.
Did the burn marks happen while I was still living there? No.
But, because I was on the original lease and didn't like their threat of court, I paid it.
Yes, they've threatened to take all of us to court several times.
What the hell our deposit went towards (the deposit totals to $650!) I have no freaking clue.
Yesterday, I got another email from the landlord.
They want another $423 from us.
Yet again more money that I freaking don't have.
We have to pay it by the end of June, or go to court.
And if we go to court, we have to pay for her attorney and court fees.
*bangs head against wall*
So, I have to pay $90 more dollars to the crooked basterds.
It's not legal what they've done to us for the past two months, but we did sign the contract which is a legal document.
I'm never renting a house again.
Better yet, no one should ever rent from them again.

Third rant of woe #46: Little bit overwhelmed by wedding stuff.
I freaking don't even know where to begin.
I feel like I have so much to do, and so little time.
Things aren't shipping, and I need to work on crafts.
And we still are working on our wedding announcement invite list.
People don't know how to answer Facebook messages.
Or emails.
Or just freaking click on the link and fill out the information.
Is it really that hard?
Just give me your damn addresses!

...
Ranting over.
For now.
Y'all can go back to your happy Sundays.
On a happy note, my aunts want to throw me a bridal shower.
And, I'm going to say yes.
After all, this is the first and only time I'm getting married.
Might as well enjoy all of the experience.