Updates, Errata, and Corrections

Boy howdy was I crabby when I posted yesterday. Sorry 'bout that.


I wasn't trying to do a sympathy grab with Evil, she's pretty much unchanged. Her condition's always been terminal, I'm just frustrated because I know it, and I hate being reminded every time I crush up her stuff that "Gee, she sure isn't lookin' perky, is she." On the bright side, she hasn't thrown up in 24 hours, and is doing her "Russian Hat" pose (sitting with her head up and all her feet tucked under her, which is similar to her "Puking Hat" pose, but that involves crouching, and well, vomiting) up in the living room.

Special to ET: I did post that ad on cupid.com, just to see what would happen- (it's a bit shorter than the original) I'll keep you posted.

Consumer Whoredom: Dove products? Kick ass. Hair, softer than ever, shinier, and holds a curl. Neutrogena Skin Smoothing Stuff? The jury's still out. The braille on the backs of my legs are gone, but the stuff on my arms is still lingering. (Then again, I'm only halfway through the trial) Note: Do not slather onto freshly shaven legs. The AHAs will make you think you've been doused in gasoline.


Today's Ire will be directed at my trashy neighbors, their squadron of children, and their lack of supervisory skillz.
If you thought that being to jail once and having your custody shifted from FT to PT would cement things in your drug-addled mind that you should do a better job at watchin' the little muffins. You'd have thought wrong. In addition to Dude III (predecessors being Dude I, who was tolerable, and Dude II who was an addict too) moving in the DAY you got out of jail, he brought along his screeching young'ins. (Of which there are 2 or 3, I can't quite tell, on weekends.)

Other things I can't tell? Who's watching the 2 youngest kids (who are climbing all over the pickup truck). Dude III left an hour ago, and I believe Mother of the Year took off walking down the drive way with at least one tot in tow. I could be mistaken, but I think the 2 tots (no older than 4) are alone. Outside. Then again, Mother of the Year could still be inside, but passed out or something, as I haven't heard her screeeeeeeeaming at the top of her lungs yet today.

Usually, in these situations, the neighbors on the other side (who also have kids the Mother of the Year's age, and play together often) get stuck watching them. Kev's cool with it for the most part (and is a responsible parent). On the first day that Mother of the Year was out of jail, she apparently left her eldest at Kev's house, while she went out to party with Dude III. And it just goes downhill from there.

Arrrgh.

Off to go make sure they haven't run out into traffic, and contemplate putting the CPS on speed dial, anyway.