Word of the Day: detritus So our anniversary wasn't so good. It even sucked a little bit. JD's mother decided to freak out about money and how she thinks we're just bumming off of her, how we don't have any bills to pay, how we're 'living it up.' Yeah, so that pissed JD off and me, too, after a while, after I got to thinking about it. JD and I make about the same together as she does alone. She pays all the house bills, her own personal debts, and buys what little food she buys, and we pay for our car, daycare, Patrick's food and clothing, and our own debts. So I don't know where she's getting that we have all this money. We probably wind up with about the same left over and maybe a tiny bit more than her which we're trying to save so that we can move out, ot at least tell her to hit the road. Any road, we went to eat for lunch. We were supposed to see a movie after that, but JD was so disconserted about what had happened [all of this had happened at the dealership, in public] that we decided to just go home. We wound up taking a three hour nap, picking up Patrick from daycare, and winding down the day. It was nice because we got to spend some time together without Patrick, and apart from the suckiness of his mother, we had an alright day. Work is getting lame again. We can't eat breakfast anymore and we can't eat in the restaurant at all. We're going to lose our flag whenever we get inspected, whenever that's going to be. Accounting is going well. We're getting invoices out, getting money in, and corporate is finally starting to pay our bills. It's just...lame. I was mad about something this morning. Uhm...oh, yeah. My friend Emilie left me this as a comment on myspace [I knew that site was going to be good for something]. I was so freaked out, I nearly woke JD up to tell him about it. I thought better of it, though, and printed it out insead for me to read again and more carefully. But was I ever mad like a moe. I mean, I'm not stupid. I'm white and I grew up in Edna, so I knew there was a certain amount of racial prejudice and political injustice [as in all small, rural towns], but I never imagined that a district attourney could sound so idiotic as Bobby Bell does in that article. It's like he's making it up as he goes along. No, actually, that's what he's doing, it has to be. All this went down, I believe, during the latter part of 2002, which is the reason why I never knew about this Operation Crackdown crap. Otherwise, I'm sure I'd have been mad a lot sooner. I always knew there was a drug problem on the po side of town [as Crytsal would say], and she would also say that the police were in on it, too. I believed her, and now I'm sure of it. I was a lot more angry this morning than I am now. Now, I'm more hungry than anything. Bye.