Closer to New Braunfels than us, java. Damn!

Letter writer is a misogynist asshole, which I feel comfortable calling him since he himself told me to.

Can't imagine why his ex won't take him back, and no other women want to date him. It's a mystery!

Whoo hoo, msbelle!

CRY MOAR, KID.

I think I just threw up a little in my mouth, reading that letter.

Closer to New Braunfels than us, java. Damn!

Hmmmm. Boo.

When I saw that letter, I didn't even feel I had to read through it, because you KNOW that Sullivan will spend a WEEK posting outraged responses to that shit. Still don't know why he posted it in the first place, but DAYUM will he be getting traffic.

Congrats, msbelle!!

Woo hoo for msbelle house!!!

Hold on, this poor guy is working his ass off so that one day he can have the money, a fancy car, and a hot young girlfriend that comes with that before moving on to a trophy wife. Should we ignore the sacrifices he's made to achieve these noble goals? Doesn't he deserve more credit that a woman who selfishly wants to have a family AND get paid the same for the same work?

Wow, read that letter too, and yah, boo fucking hoo is right.

Congratulations, msbelle! Very exciting.

In very unexciting news, somebody just smashed the window of our car and stole Emmett's DS. Of course, we know not to leave things where they can be seen and entice thieves but it was kind of a broken play day where I had gone to pick up Emmett on a weekday morning to work on his paper, and I had Matilda because her school is closed to do parent-teacher conferences. Discombobulated, you know?

So. March: my contract job ended, we're low on money, car gets booted ($1,000 to unleash it. Roughly one-third the value of the car. A month's rent.), stress about money, stress about Emmett's stupid iSearch project, stress about EM's neck surgery and now...smashed window and Emmett distraught about losing his DS. (Though he's already getting over it.)

Plus, I'm driving down to LA this weekend to do my Tom Waits tour with plastic and duct tape over the window.

We do have insurance but the deductible is $500 and the window will be $240. We just can't afford to fix it now.

This is not my favorite month ever.

Matilda was quite irate. "Who would break our window?!"

Emmett and I have been singing the lament of Terry Pratchett's Wee Free Men: "Wailey! Wailey!"

Now I've got itchy little cuts all over my hands from cleaning out the glass. And I have to finish writing a piece that's going to be posted tomorrow. And work on Emmett's home work project.

I beg your pardon but I'm going to have to use strong language here: "Fooey!"

Phew, I feel better.

Now if I just had some vicodin and a pint of gin.

Shit Hec, that sucks especially on top of the rest of the month. Sorry about the Funyun-eating bastards who broke into the car.