BACK HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Mikey, I love you

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We’re finally back home. Carless, but home. So back to normal, really. Bomber is alive and well. A little TOO well, maybe? He’s in SEVERELY Hyper Kitten Mode!

I was planning a long, blistering entry, but I’m too happy being home to rehash everything just yet. Suffice it to say that all is well, nobody is too angry with us (they’re partially angry, but they’ll live!), and Nanny DOES know that the car has a mechanical problem.

That Junior guy never showed up after the first day. Well, he DID leave us a note on the car either last night or this morning, saying he’d be back at 2pm. No big surprise to me, he didn’t show up. MH wound up calling him and telling him to screw himself. I was happy with that part of things, at least.

I know my sister is disappointed, but again, she’ll live. She’s sick – while vacationing in Mexico. What fucking luck, eh? Let me write right here that I wasn’t really angry at MH, per se. I was angry that she couldn’t seem to understand why I was so upset that I was stranded. My big sis is living in her own world, and I guess she expects everyone to live in it with her. She can’t handle it when we don’t. But I guess she’s making progress, because we didn’t even have a fight when I told her we were home and STAYING home, until August 7, when we will return to Austin. I’m a little apprehensive about going back, but that’s just too bad, I guess.

I’m home, and I’m glad. Tomorrow, I have to find a way to send a 22-page fax for MH. It will get done, somehow.

Sayonara, people! Love,

Jack