First things first. Mr. Wrekker and Senior Sister hate each other.
She was second Mother to us younguns.
She is a bitch. I love her. Her kids love her. I think her employer kinda liked her. But she is the bossiest woman I’ve ever been around.
When she comes in a place she takes over. On top of this she likes her Pearl-light beer. Yep. She’s a Texan. Don’t mess with Texas.
Mr. Wrekker will never learn.
He shoulda stayed in Mexico.
But he didn’t.
Now to the kerfuffle.
I made some plans of my own. I was gonna do a thing. It alarmed the kids.
I cannot say what it was but trust me it wasn’t crazy or dangerous, just different.
They called the big guy home.
My plans were shut down.
It seems my decision making is suspect.
Keep in mind I’m on dialysis twice a week. Under severe doctors care. I’m covered in Borg implants. I’m on a strict diet and watched every minute of the day. I’m alone only in the bathroom. And that ain’t sacred, folks.
I have exactly NO privacy.
I want 2 minutes to breathe and these people lose their shit.
So here comes drunken Sister to shake my house up.
Her pregnant daughter is here too. Like the girl. But she’s very pregnant. I hope she waits til they leave to deliver.
I’m overwhelmed enough.
I really just hope the drunken Texan sister and Mr.Wrekker can refrain from gun play.
You know what? They are exactly the same. Both bossy and controlling. They should like each other.
Send good thoughts I live thru the weekend.
I’m feeling oppressed.
Oh, my God, you’re living in a Tennessee Williams play. Or National Lampoon’s Anything Vacation.
I’m not going to encourage you to do your Thing without knowing what it is, but seems to me everybody kerfuffling at each other would be a great opportunity to escape their attention.
I am rather invisible. Til I stir the pot and cause consternation.
Realistically I know the kids were just worried. I think they overstepped.
Mr. W doesn’t know what to do with me. He’s scared and ill-prepared for all this crap that happens to me medically. I get it.
But, dang it. I’m a grown fully adult women. I’ve spent my life trying to stay alive. I’m not gonna put my self in danger.
And I gotta go…Sister is causing trouble. That girl!!
I had for quite a while two family members who both liked to Explain How The World Works at length and in detail while others listened and occasionally either made noises of agreement or asked for further detail.
They both absolutely hated it if anybody else did that to them; and they detested each other. Suggesting to either of them that they detested each other because they were so much alike would have, um, not gone over well.
Well. The fish fry has started and injesting of adult beverages has begun.
So far no fightin’
Me, Bayliss and assorted younguns and pets are trying to lay low.
Oh, yeah. Pregnant Texas daughter is with us as well.
She tried to hang but Son-of-a-wrek is expounding on his latest conspiracy theory. It scared her.
Now oldest Grand-wrex are telling her about Bigfoot.
The old cabin we found when we bought the land is what I built my log house around.
It’s very haunted. And spooky. Especially since I found Frenchies old Mom’s head the old out house.
I summoned her from the dead quite by accident.
Nobody likes that room. Well, the cats like it.
No one has ever spent a whole night in there. Including Texas pregnant daughter. She slept on the sofa.
