Shrieking

Proving it, bit by bit……

Damn, I’d love to do what I call my Fire-Engine-Wail.  I can’t afford to do that, because SOMEBODY in here has got to be reasonable…..or something like it.

Mary Helen aka Atilla the Sister…..

This woman is going to drive me to the nuthouse if I let her, which I fucking well refuse to do.

She got in touch with me on the messenger earlier, and she started firing questions about the other half of our duplex.  She’s found a potential renter.  That, in itself, is okay.  What was NOT okay is that Mikey had only been awake a few minutes, and Mary Helen kept asking us about important things before Mikey had a chance to fully wake up.  That pissed Mikey and me off.

Then Mama doesn’t really help.  She goes and tells MH that she talked to me and that "Laurie" was awake when she did.  So, Atilla decides that I am a miserable liar because I wish to grant my spouse a little wake-up time.  Keep in mind that when I call her and wake HER up, I get bitched up one side and down the other….so it’s okay for HER to be sleepy, but none of us.

MH decides that "Laurie" (that’s what they call Mikey) had been up "a good hour" by the time I talked to MH.  Not so, but try to convince my goddamned sister of anything NOT being the way she says it was.  I get so fucking tired of her bulldozing shit.  She wants things ALL HER WAY.  I am thirty fucking years old, physically speaking, and I do NOT need her pulling this shit with me.  Perhaps the best thing to do is to ignore her until she decides that she is not acting right.  Yeah, and, as Jack said last night, will pigs fly tonight?!!!

There seems to be no winning in this situation.  Mama doesn’t help, but I think I give up expecting it anymore.

Thanks a fucking bunch, ladies!

Betty Fucking Louise