Debetesse went to the gym.

As she did so, she called me and said "what do you mean LATER?!?!?"

Pfft. I have things to do. And she is SO not the boss of me.

(Well, she is the boss of me in certain strictly limited capacities. Not drunk dialing particular boys. And she and Hil think they get to cut me off when I've had too many juleps... that was sort of a group-Buffista effort, actually. Brendon physically took the last one and drank it. Great American, that one... really threw himself on a grenade there by being gigantic and STEALING MY DRINK)

Hallloooo bitches!

I now have no stuff, no car, AND no apartment! It's MADNESS. Eep.

A few days of being homeless, and then I go to Seattle.

But my friends threw a surprise party Thursday, and last night we did the Corn Maze (and one of my friends made an amazing cake with the DC and Seattle skylines in fondant! And another friend gave me fancy fancy Leonidas chocolates!). Yay. (Why am I leaving DC again?)

"New Tricks"? I'll keep my eyes peeled for it!

It's on PBS around here, 10 PM on a Saturday, and I don't know if my local station picked it up for filler.

The premise is fun, a new department opens up to handle cold cases, and they bring back three retired cops to work in it under a female detective superintendent. (One of the cops is the voice of Wallace, of Wallace & Gromit fame, and I keep expecting him to start talking about cheese.)

What I love about British shows is that they let people look their ages. The female detective that ASH was wooing with culture and beauty has lines and saggy bits in her face

I heard from Mom this morning, and boy howdy, are things fucked up w/ the family dynamics. My uncle John (described by Mom as being insane and unstable), who made life hell for my mom at my grandmother's funeral, is stirring up shit, this time w/ my aunt Pat. She was the primary caregiver for my grandfather (John, the professional mooch, lives in the house and did not a damned thing). Apparently, my grandfather died while Pat was helping him to change position, and John is making a big hue and cry about this. Mom is staying way the hell away. She has, at times, been actively afraid of John.

John owns guns. Lots of them.

Pardon me while I sit over here, freaking out.

She's going to the funeral, but not the gravesite part of things, and then she and my stepdad are going up to Maine for a couple of weeks. My uncle Bud is going up there, and if he and Mom are there together, Bud will wind up only associating with her. Without her there, Bud will be forced to interact with his brothers, and not ignore them and shut them out. My mom's youngest brother, Joe, will probably really need Bud's support. He's the baby of the family, a great guy, and was very close to his dad.

Anyone know a home-for-pets list? Because our friend's Lab is here, but we can't keep him and we love him too much to leave him to the Schindler's List at the humane society. Phoenix Craiglist says no pet postings. No, Fay, you're not.

Oh, Anne - I'm so sorry about your loss, and even more sorry that John exists.

You could find out if there is a local breed rescue for Labs, Erika.

I was just walking the dog, realized we'd gone quite a ways and went ahead and made it a mile.

Then came home and, even though she is not the boss of me, told her about the mile and that I wasn't going to the gym.

Fay, I didn't take offense.

I did go to the gym. I went to Meijer instead of Target. However, I then had to go find iTunes gift cards elsewhere, as they only had Meijer cards at Meijer, and there is no Meijer in Evansville.

Now I am torn between sewing and cleaning. I think I shall sew, then clean.

After I eat.

Anne, I wish we could take the asshats out of everyone's families, and put them into their own families, which shall in no way connect to any non-asshat families. No, I do not have a fix on the children issue, but I still like my plan.

Trudes, I have also been known to be the boss of you (albeit in limited time/topic capacity) on other topics. Not that I'm trying to slowly increase my "boss of you" reach. Nope. t whistles innocently

Erika, here is your local Lab Rescue Society (Trudy is wise).

Anne, that's really terrifying. I wish I had advice. {{{Anne and Anne's mom}}}

I think I'm getting a cold. Feh.

Oh, Anne. Because your mom needed more drama!

We just got home from apple picking. It was SUCH fun! And yummy! You can eat the apples right after you pick them! BEST APPLES EVER! And next weekend I'm going to make apple sauce and an apple pie or crisp or maybe both. Maybe I better have people over to eat these fine goodies.

thinks about the state of her apartment

Maybe I'll just eat them myself.