Snore.

Blahty, blah, blah.

I can’t think of a thing to write. I should write. Haven’t written anything worth a damn in a while.

Dear God, I’m boring.

Doll sits on the toilet for ten minutes and then pees in her panties five seconds after we put them on her. What the hell am I going to do about that? I don’t know a damn thing about potty training. Dad had to do Jesse. I don’t have a penis so I can’t stand up and teach a boy. Duh, right? I sit to pee, so how do I teach her to pee when she can’t see me peeing? I’m so at a loss on this one.

All these women getting pregnant on the damn website a driving me nuts. Joseph says he wants to wait to have another kid until we are financially stable (does that ever really happen?), but he never wants to use a condom. Do I have a dumb ass for a husband or what? Maybe he is just trying to drive me crazy so he can lock me up in a mental hospital and then he can sleep with other women. His only downfall in the plan is that Doll doesn’t like him and he would have to get me out of the hospital to take care of her while he sleeps around.

Am I losing my mind? Is this entry becoming really weird?

I feel like I need to sleep. Maybe I can con the Doll into going to bed before midnight? Wonder if she’ll go for it. Right now she is paying with Brandy’s trash can that Granny bought for her today. At least its clean, right?

I should take pictures of her. She is so damn tall and of course she is the most gorgeous Baby Doll in the whole world. I should take pictures of her in her Easter dress. It was actually her Christmas dress, but it was way to big for her so now its for Easter.

Did you know her birthday is the day before Easter this year? We are going to Chucky Cheese; its her favorite place. I found one of those bounce house things around here like Not.Who.U.Think. Is having Lelani’s birthday party at, but its like forty-five miles away and I don’t know if Doll would like it. She likes to stare at everyone else doing things, instead of participating.

Damn. I’ve gone on a long while for not knowing what to say.

I need to pee. I guess that means this is all for tonight.

Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.