Cindi has moved back into her house. Unfortunately, the boyfriend is still there. She tells me she is not sure if they are getting back together. They have a contract that outlines what type of behavior is acceptable (i.e. he can’t call her a cunt, bitch, whore or a slut). Cindi says they are not friends with benefits. I don’t understand why she moved back home with the boyfriend still in the house. It makes me very nervous.
K left for Cape Cod today. He needs to check up on a project at a place called MMR. I’m not sure what it is but it’s connected to the military. He comes home on Thursday evening.
Carlos and Theresa had their baby about a week ago. We stopped by for a visit on Sunday to check out the kid. Archer is a cute baby. He weighed over eight pounds and was twenty-one inches long at birth (I’ve never understood why these statistics are important. It seems like most women want to know the details. Do you get a merit badge for a big baby?).
My mother’s cat, Fang, was attacked by a pit bull on Saturday. The police shot and killed the dog in my parent’s yard. A huge ruckus followed because the owners were upset that their dog was killed. The police told my mother the dog had chased a child, then attacked a small dog and finally attacked Fang. Fang seems to be okay physically but is shell shocked. I think the cat was attacked for its bad karma. Fang is mean as hell. Fang has a habit of biting my father for no apparent reason. My mother is the only one that can pet Fang. The cat is so mean that the vet puts it under anesthesia when it needs an exam.
The Corporate Slave 