Reno Cool and my mom are talking about the bible right now. It's pretty good.
Reno: So, what are you up to in San Diego.
Helene: I go to bible study every week.
Reno: You're not done with that book yet?
My sister and the three year old are having an epic battle upstairs. Elizabeth is screaming bloody murder. If I didn't know better, I would be calling the police right now. It's a time out. We had a episode in the car where Elizabeth threw a wet paper towel at her mother. My sister pulled the car over and told her to give it to her nicely. Eleizabeth screamed "NO!". She got a spanking, laughed stuck out her tongue at her mother and said, "It didn't hurt".
I actually don't blame the kids for having no respect for their mother. I don't need to go into the dysfunction, just know that it is great and that I would seriously consider a operation "swoop and grab" (swoop and grab?) for the kids if I could get away with it.
Reno is going to get some unflavored vodka for tonight. I'm glad he's back from Vegas, he's really good with my mom. I had some espresso vodka left over from my birthday, and it's just too much to drink more than a shot.
I need more than one shot. I emailed "Lady Booya" and said that I was considering cultivating a herion addiction over the next few days. She asked me to reconsider since the family would be staying longer for the "intervention". I'll stick to the liquor and ambien until they're gone and then consider my options from there. I somehow feel that salads and working out will become more preferable to herion and razor blades the further away these people get.