Vacation Time Yet?

Well today was somewhat uneventful. My mom and I sat around watching tv this morning which consisted of Judge Mathis, Divorce Court, then the Maury Povich show. Dern Maury is making us watch tomorrow, too! He did this show (as usual) on teenagers that are pregnant and their making the guys that won’t help with child support take a paternity test. Tomorrow we hear the results. *shakes her fist at Maury*

Then I got ready and went to church with my mom to help out with the coffee and stuff for after a memorial held at the church. It was a really nice service, and the last speaker, after he spoke, missed the step down from the podium and nearly fell. I know it’s TOTALLY disrespectful, but dangit I couldn’t help but smile, especially when my mom yelps out, “Oh no!” and makes people look back in our direction. I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. And, as I was told during the sermon, the man that passed away was a great prankster and had a great sense of humor, so maybe he’s laughing from heaven with me, right? I think so.

So as my mom and I are taking our walk tonight she starts telling me about all the things that my dear brother David has told her. She said that he had asked her if his friend Joanis could come and stay for a while because they were doing a big job around this area.

Now, I feel that I should take a moment to explain Joanis. He’s the smelliest, most disgusting YET NICE person I’ve ever met. He showers and STILL smells. His breath is like a cat died in there somewhere between his teeth, and like… crapped or something… and he’s just… like… gross. Not to mention, David’s (smellier) clone. They dress exactly alike, same glasses, same…geez, everything!

Ok, on with the story. So my mom says that if he says he HAS to sleep in David’s room with him because since I’m here, she doesn’t want to irritate my delicate sensibilities and have him sleep on the couch, like he has in the past. David’s reply to this was, “Well, Jenny and I have been getting along lately, and I don’t want to upset that.” We have? The last time I spoke to him he said he wanted me to leave the house! So, ok.. now that I have a LOCK on the door to my room (because I don’t trust him or his old whore girlfriend, Paula, when I’m not at home) … NOW we’re “getting along”. Truth be known, I don’t have enough energy to spear him with glaring looks all day, nor do I really care what he does or where he wants me to be. And, to top that off, my mother bought it! Will wonders never cease?

This would most definately be a perfect time to take a vacation. Yes, yes it would!