Well, the good news is I don't have to leave my lovely townhome. Yay!

The grrrrr news is my sister-in-law moved back in. Now listen, I love my sister-in-law to death. She can be such a sweetie. But we're both Virgo bitches, our birthdays are just four days apart(poor thing, her's in on 9-11...try living with THAT every stinkin year) We so get on each others nerves. She won't pick up after herself and god, that just goes right through me.
I don't have the energy to be mad at her all the time, and that's exactly how it's gonna end up.

It was only a matter of time tho. And when she came a month or so ago and finally got her stuff, I thought ok, maybe this will work. But I knew in the bottom of my heart that her cheatin ass boyfriend would never be able to tow the commited relationship line. He's soooo young. Only 19. And if it isn't bad enough he does cheat on her, he picks the skankiest girls around. I mean one girl had no eyebrows for god's sake. Ok, she had some. Just a penciled in line over the top of each eye...it was like she was perpetually surprised. And then one girl was crack whore central. Oh my god, she had enough oil in her hair to change 5 cars. And Carole(sis-in-law) is just too cute and pretty for her own good. I mean really, it gets her into trouble sometimes. And then he's gonna stoop to fucking skanks? What a loser.

She called us Monday. His car had finally sputtered its last carbon monoxided filled breath on Sun. Mon morning at 6 am, he had his ex-girlfriend come and pick him up. Now, the ex is dating a guy who used to live in our neighborhood. Don't know how that works, cuz I don't see Jason wanting to share.

But it was payday, and I'm guessing cheatin ass boyfriend didn't want to use his money to pay bills.(he has a little, well, big problem) He tells her he's moving back in with his mom.

She offered for us to move in with her. Believe me, it would have been nice. They live in a nice house with a fenced backyard and the rent would be nearly $400 cheaper. But we don't have a car, nor does she, and even though it's not that far from here, it's still too far for Mark to walk to work.

So here she is, back on my couch. ugh. Gone are my days of privacy and having the house to myself. Now daddy in law will be over here even more than he usually is. He really moved here to be near her because she is his "natural" child. Mark's just the adopted kid who takes care of everyone.

I'm really not happy about this, only because I see stormy days ahead, not just with her but with my husband. He's forgotten what it's like to live with her, so initially, they'll be two peas in a pod and then if I say anything negative, I'll be the bitch.

But she is a virgo and a lot like me. I mean she's alot like mark(with those libra tendencies) but she's alot like me. She could be our kid, she has half of each of us in her...so eventually, he'll start getting shitty with her, he always does. That's why she never stays with us very long...we have to have breaks.

but I'm already missing my freedom. I love having the house to myself. And if I don't get it, I get really cranky. I'm such a damn loner. Try having a family when you're a loner. It's not easy.

And lately I've been frustrated and feeling paralyzed. I just want to get in a car and go. But I can't, cuz I don't have a car. That's the story of my life. It's in a rut, filling with water and stagnating. There's scum growing on the surface and little bugs flying around, being pesky and leaving diseases. And no matter how much I try to suck the water out of that hole, it just seems to rain again and fill right back up. There's no sump pump big enough for this job.

well, now that I made everyone else feel better, I guess I'm done.