Monday

Ugh, could barely fall asleep last night. The slum lord's place across the street is being rented by spouse abusers. Had to listen to "Get your punk ass hand off me" (by the wife) and "Don't touch me woman" (by the husband) for hours. They were so loud they set off ALL the neighborhood dogs. Finally, they stopped when their kids came running outside screaming and crying. *sigh* I know I sound heartless, but after so many years of hearing shit like this and calling the cops to help and nothing being done - I could not give a flying fig. If it were one sided or weapons involved? Yeah, I would still call, but not this bitch slap fest that goes on. Thank goodness Petunia can sleep through just about anything.

Bug went to the laundromat last night and did his washing and offered to do ours as well. His girlfriend, TB, needed to get out of the house so she went with him. He took her to dinner at E Street afterwards as a thank you. (I got her leftover bacon wrap for breakfast. She eats like a bird and always gives her leftovers to Bug.)

Finally heard from Sharky's boss yesterday and no, I couldn't attend the Warrior Women meeting. I did call when it started to say "Hi" and to request that they say a prayer for me - for everything going on this week and the passing of Malcolm.