Well...last night was interesting. SO, theres this lady across the street who takes in cancer patients who are dying and are homeless. Well, theres this guy over there right now named Willy that looks exactly like Dennis Leary. He's pretty far gone, has a colonoscopy bag and all that, some kind of stomach or intestinal cancer. Well, he must have taken too much of some kind of medication and then mixed it with alcohol because he was screaming and singing in the streets. Pretty entertaining. I wasn't about to ruin the antics of a dying man so I just sat on the front porch and made sure he didn't hurt himself or anybody else. stange man I tell ya. He knows alot of Frank Sinatra songs.
So anyways, I've vowed not to go to the office today except to recieve a grievance from one employee about another and that should only take about 10 minutes. SO today is cleaning day at my filthy house. I've made my child of satan start cleaning his room...which you can't even walk in due to the two feet of clothes and toys on the floor. He's acting like its the end of the world and I'm such a mean mommy.
I found out today that my house is hosting thanksgiving? what? I don't celebrate the enslavement and genocide of american natives because I am one. But apparently my mother who I'm very close to disowning has decided that she wants a good ol' fashion thanksgiving for my grandpa who is not native and who will be getting out of the hospital around then and coming home. I'll pretend its a harvest style feast for my grandfather but if she calls it thanksgiving dinner again I'll lock my doors and arm my security system on her.