Sickness permeates the atmosphere of the Wilke-Reed casa. Adam has strep throat, Will has been vomiting profusely, my mom is on the tail end of a bug that made her dizzy and weak and I feel like I have all of the above. Blah. The three of us have been lying around all day trying to relax and stay hydrated. I’ve also tried valiantly to avoid the news because there is not enough Promethazine in the world to eradicate the nausea– and anger, frustration, and disgust– knowing that this callous child killer walks free.
Being stressed to the max certainly isn’t helping anything. I try my best to avoid it but when it surrounds me from all directions from every person I encounter it’s inevitable. Will got hit with a double whammy yesterday: some loans he’d expected fell through and certain members of their family put their sorry white trash on full display.
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If you’re loaning/giving me $100, a new car, my own private island– whatever– I’m not going to rely on anything until it’s in my hands. This has absolutely nothing to do with the credibility of the individual, it’s just me being cautious and pragmatic. Discussing money irritates me to no end so I’m just going to stop this conversation right here. Luckily we requested money to get ahead– not get out of debt– so it’s not the end of the world that things fell through. Being broke has only strengthened our union. The couple that eats Ramen noodles together stays together! Actually, our diet’s a little better than that because we have food stamps, so we can be poor and still have fresh produce. Win.
As for his family….wow. Just wow. I adore Will’s sisters, Holly and Angela, and his Grandma Elder. And I miss his Grandpa Elder every day. Those are the only kinfolk of his I’ve actually met but even the ones I only ‘know’ through Facebook seem like great people and you can tell they genuinely care for Will and our little family. However, Grandma Dorris and Uncle Jimmy can– to steal a beautiful quote from Miss Britney Jean Spears– “kiss my lily white southern Louisiana ass.” Substitute ‘Tennessee’ for ‘Louisiana’ and there you have it. Part of me wants to chastise these lowlife scumbags for what they’ve done and how they talked to my husband publicly on this blog…..but they aren’t worth anymore of my time and energy. Suffice it to say they’ll have a lot of explaining to do when they meet their maker.
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All this complaining isn’t good for my health and does nothing to solve my problems. So I’d like to take a moment to congratulate Will on his awesome new mechanic job that will allow us to live comfortably. We also decided on our apartments so now it’s only a matter of weeks before we are able to move. More on both of those later.
Between feeling like total dog poo and getting riled up about the aforementioned topics….don’t even get me started on June’s welfare rant. The only thing worse in life than talking to computer techs over the phone is dealing with anyone from the ’public assistance’ section of the government. I completely agree with her thoughts and would like to write a companion piece when I get to feeling better. Goodnight all.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,