Old earthenware head laying by the fence. Mom keeps saying I should take it and do something with it. I don't know what she wants me to do with it, it's too big and heavy to hang and it has no drainage hole. I like it just fine laying there in the naked lady lilies and ground ivy. Sometimes things are better off just left alone.
I have no pictures of Lissa's birthday. She never showed up. The presents are on the table, the cake is in the fridge. Her real birthday is Tuesday so I just figured we'd celebrate this weekend. I figured wrong, I guess. Seems my former daughter in law is on some power trip. I don't know what she's up to this time. It makes my head hurt to try and figure that girl out. I could type a book about what's fucked up, but, why bother? It's always something with her. I don't understand why things can't be peaceful and why we always have to have drama. I miss Alissa.