Jacqui (jacqui) wrote,

You're never gonna believe this. I called my Mom today and she told me that she's decided to let Rosa's nineteen year old son live at our Palm Desert house for four months, without even discussing this with me. Rosa will be making herself at home there when she visits on her days off, and these are the months when Mom stops using the house and we do. I'm so angry I want to scream.

Scott said, "Tell your Mom that this has Bad Idea written all over it." Yes, let's do that inventory of your silver, china, crystal and various other antiques with the person we suspect of stealing the things that we are having to inventory in order to get a handle on how much may have been taken, and then while we're at it, why don't we just throw open the door to our other house, so she can just back a truck up to driveway and load everything in and split when she senses she's about to be fired.

I called my Mom's secretary and her lawyer. I think she's really losing it. When I tried to talk to her about this, all she would say is, "Oh hush up!" Later tonight when I called her she was just as grouchy and implacable. She told me she doesn't want to talk to me about any of this over the phone. Meaning she suspects Rosa is listening in. Can you imagine continuing to emply someone you know has stolen things from you and who you suspect of listening in on the phone. I'm reminded of Michael Keaton in Pacific Heights, remember that movie? Once he moves in you can never get him out. What on earth is going on here?

I was so stressed out all day today because of all of this. I just didn't have the focus or the energy to respond to everyone's wonderful comments, but I read them and I am so grateful to you. I am so flattered and moved that you care enough to read my words and write to me. I never feel I deserve this much kindness from you because I have sucked at reciprocating, although I always hope to improve at this.

My tiny little three day old kitten has two little stitches in his neck where Ruby bit him while trying to steal him away from the other mommy cats. I moved the tiniest kittens and their moms to my closet, I have a big closet, so that the other girls won't keep trying to steal them and move them around all the time.

Beau is so resilient. He was loving and happy and acts as if we never had a fight. We went for a walk and he held my hand and put his head on my shoulder and was cuddlier than he's been ages. Who knew?

I think this is where I am supposed to mention that I finally had sex again with my boyfriend after a long dry spell following my surgery. I love having sex with my boyfriend. How the hell did I live without it for so long? Do you ever do that, go without for a while, then dive back in and think, "What was I thinking, man have I missed this?"

I can hear Beau and Andrea playing outside in the street with the new balls I bought them. It's such a sweet sound, bounce, bounce, bounce, You're it. No, you are.

And holy Christ Michael, you always know how to make me laugh, duct tape and bags.

Love you guys,

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