Sunday Morning Ruminations

Last night, my older sister, my younger sister, myself and a few friends went out. Older sister and I partook in a few shots of Te-kill-ya and we had fun. Up until feelings got hurt, harsh words were exchanged, and tears made their appearance. Lil' sister and I had a little fall out, but we recovered quickly and the whole thing was over and done within 30 minutes. 20 of it was spent with her sitting outside, waiting for me to come and talk to her and me sitting inside wanting to go but deciding to let her "cool off" for a few. It was dumb and foolish. And the only solid thing that came out of it was the fact that we could talk it out and get over it as quickly as we did. Used to be it would take us three or four days to speak to each other again, circling around each other like a couple of wolves over carrion. So, that's nice. It must mean that we are growing up?

My mother is going certifiably nucking futs. She is getting all paranoid about my dad, Merce and myself "reading her email and lifting her credit card numbers off of her internet orders". Whatever. I'm pissed about it and still debating as to whether or not I will say anything about it. I know I should, just to get it off of my chest. But on the other hand, if I do say anything and she is REALLY getting a little out of her mind, would it make things worse? She'll probably deny it and everything to do with it. I know what it is and it's her, worrying that I'm getting on there reading her emails about things that old women shouldn't really be looking at, in her estimation and she's feeling guilty and squirrelly about it. Like I don't have enough to do in my day to day life, I have to get into her email to get my kicks, looking at the various porn sites she subscribes to. Whatever.

That's all for now. I've got to go get the kid some coffee and scrounge up something for breakfast. Probably leftover mac & cheese or toast or something.