I just heard my grandma mumbling “supid drunk, stupid drunk.” Remember when I saw my uncle at the bus stop near my grandma’s house last night and he called me Tim or some random name?
I overheard my grandma talking on the phone that there is excrement and urine and vomit all over my uncle John’s room at the house. I guess he must have came over, gotten incredibly drunk, and…well…the rest is history. I don’t know whether I should offer to help…or…whether she wants to pretend it’s not happening.
She just came in to my room, she didn’t know I was home…told me that John puked all over his room, the other bathroom, everything…and that she’s going to change the locks but she’s afraid to do it or he’ll break in through the patio door. This is scary. Well, I hope Thanksgiving will change things a bit. My grandma’s going on a 10-day cruise after Thanksgiving, which is going to be fun. I’ll have the place all to myself. Except for I’ll have to feed the cat of doom. Once I get a camera I’m going to take a whole bunch of pictures of that cat hissing at me. It is the most evil cat ever!
Well, I should go. I need to put my Netflix movies out for the mailman.
My grandma is leaving for South Carolina on December 21st-ish (still working out ticket kinks) and will be gone for a week. Between your grandma leaving and my grandma leaving, the two of us should plan something in terms of…like, a late-movie-night thing or something. And I’d be happy to drive you and Adrian here to Vacaville in December if you’d like. Get in touch with me and let’s see if we can make some plans.