In other news, it looks like my father's stupid fucking repossessed car is not being sold until this weekend, not last, which means my wild fucking goose chase is back on. My dad's memory is shit lately, he's doped up on pain pills and has trouble concentrating, so of course, he's the one who has all of the information needed to get this stupid fucking car* back. I've also got to renew the registration, schedule payments for both the lease and insurance, and ascertain if it is out of inspection yet. Once I get the magic code from him, I get to call two places to confirm that they both have said code and release forms, then schedule when in the next TWO GODDAMN DAYS my husband and I can go get this stupid fucking car. Let's hope it is within my driving distance limits.
Enough with that shit, let's talk about happier shit.
The VA sent someone out yesterday to install grab bars in the shower for dad, but hey! they will help me also, and were free. Huzzah!
I made a skirt out of an old Motley Crue tee of my cousin's, and it looks awesome both in and out of ol' Jack Burton.
Somehow I taught myself how to scallop crochet, and am making delicate little lacy collars for my boring old plain tees.
The borough office confirmed with me today, via phone, that we do not need a permit to cut our own trees down in the back yard. I am hopeful that this is not going to fuck us over like the last time they said we didn't need a permit.
Easter was spent with my mom, gran, aunts, uncle, cousin and hub, and it was very nice. We are a loud Italian family with a long history of mangia mangia mangia, so I was very thankful that my mommala made me a bunch of vegan/gf foods. She spoils the hell out of me, and I can't imagine a better mother. She is the shiznit, yo!
And finally, this little fuzzball has been very lovey lately. I suspect it is due to her new habit of pissing outside of the litter box, which in turn is due to my hub's open invitation to all nearby homeless kittehs to come over for free food. Le sigh.
But hey, she's damn cute.
That'll do it for me for now. Therapy today, which means I get to dump all the rest of my brain-shit-balls onto someone who gets paid to listen.
*I have intense dislike for this stupid fucking car, because my father bought it when he had no money to pay for it or any bills, etc. I know it is not the car's fault. Hush.
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