News

That happened today…

 

The good news…

Grandma got to come home today.  She’ll be fine!!!!  She just has to stick to a low salt diet.  Unfortunately she and my grandpa aren’t getting their prescriptions filled like they should be.

The bullshit…

That fat whalephant I call “Aunt Margaret” was going to fix hotdogs and ham for dinner.  Her 2 kids, Hanna (20) and CJ (12) were eating those Mary Calendar tv dinners.  Don’t get me wrong, we eat them sometimes, but not every fucking night.  She says she takes care of things around there.  That’s bullshit or else they would be taking their damn medication.

Both of my cousins think you’re mixing Arsenic, Strict Nine, and White Oleander in front of them to feed them if you give them veggies.  If I ever have to take care of those two, I’m smacking the shit out of them and forcing them to eat their damn veggies.

 

The bad news…

The fucking neighbors are driving me fucking nuts.  Their damn kids are walking through our yards with bbguns and their fucking yard is always full of drunk ass men so I can’t go and stalk this flock of blue jays I have been keeping tabs on for so long with my camera.  I’m fucking raging pissed.

More bad news….

When I got up this morning after sleeping for 15 hours, I felt like a bus accident victim.  I was relaxed but my body hurt.  When I got pissed off over the whole neighbor thing, my body tensed and stopped hurting.  That’s probably really bad.

 

Some fucking awesome news…

I got to talk to the cops tonight!!!  Apparently a car that fits the description of Mom's was being looked for for something bad.

As I was walking out of my house to go next door for some cinnamon toast, two cop cars pulled up in front of the houses.  The white cop came to talk to me.  I met him halfway and he asked my name on the way.  He didn’t hear it the first time and I had to repeat myself.  Before he asked my age, he would look me in the face and eyes.  When I answered him, he kept looking away all shy and nervous.

This mother fucker was a Norse God.  Let me tell you.  He was 5'6 with a muscular stature, a square jaw, lovely blue eyes that would twinkle in the light, and blonde slightly spiked hair.  He couldn’t have looked any older than 30.  His voice was smooth and soft.  I would have taken a hit of mace from this man and not given a shit.

Apparently I was believable with my truthfulness that they didn’t come and ask my parents anything or search around the houses.

The other cop was looking in Mom’s car with his flashlight and felt the hood.  Apparently that helped verify my truths and they left.  I wished them luck.  They watched me walk to my parents’ house and walk inside.