I received three phone calls today. The first was from my best friend who is like my sister. Her brother in law walked out to his lounge chair, took out his pistol and blew his brains out. That left her fragile sister to find the blood and the brains and to have to call 911, and then call my friend to have to deal with the whole mess.
Call number 2, my summer daughter, Laura, Her mother couldn't be bothered to raise a child. so my brother sent her East every summer. She's pregnant and the dad has staph.
Call #3 the equine vet called to say Miss Kitt has be bred tomorrow,so instead of some lovely ritual, I have to beat my feet down to the barn, collect the equitaner and then make sure it gets out of here second day air. So much for lovely I an hemorrhaging money instead of having something beautiful.
This has been so bad, I don't know what to say