erin I agree with what everyone says.

Steph that's funny. Glad Tim didn't fall off the ladder. It's certainly better than my experience with windows today.

I woke up to the sound of breaking glass. My first thought was "CATS! WTF!" Once I was more awake I realized my bedroom window as broken.

The cats had nothing to do with it - my landlady's daughter and the neighbor's son were in the yard playing and the neighbor's son kicked a soccer ball that careened off something and broke the window.

(My apartment is 1/2 the downstairs of a Victorian house, the downstairs is divided length wise. The downstairs bedrooms were the living room/parlor (or something) and face the front yard. My landlady lives upstairs and 1 bedroom wall was put in to create a landing for the stairs going to her apartment).

Luckily I was not sleeping in an actual nightgown and not naked or something. I threw on clothes, ran outside and around to the front to figure out what happened and look at the mess from that side. Landlady came down and saw what happened. The neighbor's kid got upset and ran home to tell his mom/hide . He was worried everyone was mad at him.

We (landlady,neighbor, and I) cleaned up the glass, the neighbor immediately offered to pay and apologize. The cats weren't in the window at the time so they weren't hurt. No one is mad at the neighbor's son and I have plastic up over the window until a replacement pane can be put in.

There was a brief moment when the landlady talked about having the whole window replaced with modern double pane windows, but she's just replacing the glass.

Then Will came over and we went for a drive and some how that wore me out and I came home and took a nap for an hour.

erin; you are not his therapist. You are not his anything. And if you were his therapist? You'd be telling him to stop texting you or he'd need to find a different therapist. I get it, god knows, look at the people I've dated. But no, no, no. Polite but firm, then block his number if that doesn't work.

OMG. Is this where I get to kill my mother for leaving an entire month's worth of Emeline's pills on the window sill of her lake house that is THREE HOURS away.

It's her Concerta. Which I just filled last Wednesday. And is, as I'm sure you know, controlled. I have no idea if insurance is going to cover it again so soon or if it is going to have to be out of pocket. Which is flipping spendy. And BCBS is closed today.

Is this also where your mother drives back to get it?

Is this also where your mother drives back to get it?

DING DING DING! That would be my answer.

You'd think. But, no. She starts work tomorrow.

Does Emeline start school this week? Because if so, I really don't care that your mother starts work tomorrow. Emeline is going to need those meds, and she is the one that screwed up.

You'd think. But, no. She starts work tomorrow.

That doesn't matter. This is a case of the HEALTH OF HER GRANDCHILD. Her screw-up, she needs to fix it.

(I'm not telling you what to do. But I am angry on your's and Em's part.)

X-post with sj, heh.

Also, what Jilli said about not telling you what to do.

If it has to be paid for out of pocket (which I'm guessing it will), your mom needs to foot the bill.

(Although I, too, am trying hard to not tell you what to do.)