We're having waffles. Emmett and Nicole are about to watch South Park together and snicker gleefully.

Nicole is reacting to San Francisco sort of like Ple reacted when she first met the Buffistas in Chicago. With an unprecedented sense of belonging.

Which is, of course, the entire reason for getting her down here.

But she gets it. That she's allowed to be her feaky, funky, arty, snarky self here in a way that got her pushed into lockers and knocked down stairs in Sacramento.

Timelies!

I'm at work - wooohooo!

DH, the kids, and I went out to breakfast and then they headed off toward Stockton and I buzzed over here. This morning was much better than last night - no last minute guilt trips or arguments. Mom should be heading out of town soon, so by the time I get home I'll have a quiet house.

Have fun, Laura! Sorry I'm going to miss you!

I need to call my landlord. She called back on, what? Tuesday? when we weren't home. So, I called and left her a very nice message. Which she hasn't returned.

And now I almost feel like bringing up all of this other stuff is pointless, although it's not. It's just so much time has passed that, ugh, I dread dealing with it.

Can I just go back to bed?

Can I just go back to bed?

No, get up and kick her ass. Literally, throw her to the ground and put the boot to her!

It'll be very cathartic.

Ok. I called Landord. She kind of cracked me up.

I explained why I was upset (which I still am not sure she totally understood, but whatever) and said that they must call the night before if they're going to come over. She said to me, "I was irritated too. Mr. Landlord just told me that morning that he was coming over, so I called as soon as I could."

vw, you ought to smack them both soundly upside the head.

I am wasting time searching eBay for vintage dresses. Which I never cared about until I started hanging out here with you people. I hope you're all happy!

I just found out that a dear family friend passed away. She was an older woman who lived a good, long life and she has been in a nursing home for a couple of years now, but I wasn't expecting to hear of her passing anytime soon. She was a wonderful woman with a great, kind spirit, who never failed to think of me, send me cards for a new apartment, etc. I will miss her.

So sorry, sj!

vw, I wonder if it would help, the next time they leave a message and then come over:

Greet Mr. Landlord at the door, without letting him in, with the utterly fake-clueless, "Wow, is that today? I have sworn that message your wife left said she was giving the legally required 24 hours' notice, and that message only just appeared on our machine one hour ago. I'm so looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW, seeing as it is just utterly impossible today, what with all we have going on. Thanks so much for stopping by to make sure we got your notice that you are coming tomorrow, TWENTY-FOUR hours from now. (Shut door. In. His. Face.)

{{sj}}