I wan't to go to D'nial

Ok, so you may be thinking, "problem with Windows? Don't you have a Mac Marilyn?"

Why yes I do have a Mac.

I also have Wendy.

She spent the week visiting friends in the Valley and had the windows broken out of her car.

Now, if you know Wendy like I know Wendy you know that it was not a random hail storm or neighborhood prankster (she would like me to believe the latter.)

Her car.

Her life.

Her money.

Her problem.

But.... there it is, the eternal Mother but.

It makes me so angry that she is back in her old stomping grounds for less than seven days and falls completely into her old ways. Even to the extent of making up some stupid story to tell me as to how it happened, which leads me to believe she thinks I'm some brain dead boob that just met her and has reason to believe everything she says.

I think it would behoove future generations of mothers to view footage of mothers and children in their later teen years and young adulthood. That right there would be cause for birth control.

Forget those clips you see with a young mother and angelic baby with colic, they are still cute enough to love at that point and even somewhat endearing.

Show them an unshowered hungover belligerent slob sleeping on your couch eating all your food.

*note* I am in no way insinuating the above is a description of Wendy....this week.

The chicken compound is almost done.

If I wasn't married to a neurotic perfectionist it would have been finished Sunday.

I'm sure the chickens will appreciate all the little things he's done.

I need more coffee

Play it cool.