So his mother is very different than his father.
She has three broken records. Bush and his entire administration is from Satan. Her health issues (I got really disgusted by the constant conversation about her gas). And Puppy’s father is the anti-Christ.
Yeah. She can’t talk about anything else for more than 45 seconds. And I don’t know how her animals survive. I would think they died rapidly from over feeding. She gave the fucking cat four cans of wet food in the day I was there and there was a bowl of dry out. Good God. And she thinks that Puppy’s shit doesn’t stink. I almost broke in on her to announce that really–he isn’t God’s gift to the planet. He is really awesome and all, but he is just human.
At least we had a queen sized bed. And good sex. And I finally slept. Huzzah!
Sarah darling, when you pick us up from the airport I will probably jump all over you because I am so excited to see you.
In other news. We went to the Holocaust museum. It was very disturbing and sobering. I feel like most of my life is very shallow and vapid. See the rest of this journal entry. I am still processing the experience in the back of my brain.
Jump away, dear. You’re cute. Yay! for bigger beds!
Yeah, the Holocaust Museum will make you depressed for about a week.
Did you pick up one of the passports? Mine had my grandmother’s maiden name; when I showed it to her she was kind of dismissive but I think part of that is age and part of it is “whatevar this lady is Czech and I am Ukrainian and also I have impeccable fashion sense” which is kind of acceptable in a ~90 year-old woman.