Boy, aren’t we early birds in back? It’s awfully early to be having company on a Saturday morning. So far, they haven’t been a problem, but between now and Sunday evening, we’ll see. If they’re like most people, they’ll be home during the weekend. I’m surprised I don’t see them sitting out front more often, but there are 3 of them right now. The couple that lives there, and a guy visiting with a navy pickup. They strike me as the druggie type. They’re awfully thin and scruffy looking for their ages, and they look to be in their 40s. Maybe even 50s.

Tom said that while I was asleep when he was out toying with the AC, he heard music, but because it was coming in on a breeze, he couldn’t tell if it was the renters or Dan’s.

Speaking of our current breakage crisis - I was right. Someone will have to be called out for the fucking thing, and that alone will cost hundreds. Anything to keep us from getting ahead financially and with home improvements! We can’t even go 3-6 fucking months without something breaking. All that’s left that hasn’t broken down yet is the dishwasher, washer and dryer.

Also, my shit doll luck lives on. There’s always, always some kind of problem or delay. Well, sure enough, I just happen to be ordering very popular dolls that everyone has to have, so now we’ve got two dolls on backorder. The Sugar Plum Fairy, a musical ballerina, won’t be in till March 15th, but on the 25th of this month, they’ll get another batch of Mei Lin dolls. I love this company, but they really ought to do a better job at keeping their dolls stocked up.

Scot piss-tested me yesterday. Alone, that is. Now all I have to do hope is that he doesn’t ask me to go humiliate and degrade myself for a piss test in Casa Grande and that he quits making such a pest of himself. While Tom was using the bathroom, he asked if he was still working nights, no doubt in regard to coming here. But what does it matter? The selfish, inconsiderate geek’s gonna do what he wants and what’s convenient to him only, and to hell with us. Once again, I don’t understand why I need weekly attention and why my coming to him twice a month isn’t sufficient enough. There’s been absolutely no indication as far as I can tell that he’s attracted to me or sporting any kind of a crush on me, so we’ll see if Tom’s right about someone new in the area going on probation. He’s got 75 fucking clients, though. Don’t at least half of these need much more attention than I ever could?

We do appreciate his telling us to stay away from a certain AC repair company, but as it is, there are so many incompetent people out there, and we’re so hated by God, that I’m sure God will still send us the quacks. If not, he’ll make sure it costs us an astronomical amount of money that we don’t even have. I just worry that no matter what the cost, the damn thing won’t be fixed before it gets hot.

After leaving Scot, which took forever, since I had to guzzle some juice and let it work its way through, then wait for the judge and a screaming couple to finish up their business, we went to Walgreens and the grocery store in Sun Lakes.

I got a few new bottles of chrome nail polish. I love that shiny, metallic look! Now I have silver, jade, aquamarine and pink pearl. I’ll get the gold and the opal the next time.

I also got strawberry lip gloss, musk cologne, a few puzzles, mascara and ridge filler. The ridge filler does help smooth the nails out, believe it or not. I had my doubts at first.

Tom got some veggies to plant, but we both know we’re planting them to attract p-dogs. It’s harder than hell to grow stuff for ourselves because they eat it away before we can get a chance to.

Tom’s been frustrating the hell out of me lately. Trying to communicate with him has been a real pisser. You’d think that after all these years we wouldn’t have so many misunderstandings, but he’s always misunderstanding the things I say and reading shit in that doesn’t even exist. I’ll ask a question, he’ll answer, then I’ll comment further on the subject, then I get, “You asked, and I answered, so don’t get all huffy and puffy with me.”

Meanwhile, there never was a problem. I never denied that I asked him the question, nor was I mad at him.

I have such mixed emotions about this guy. I love him and I couldn’t imagine life without him, yet at the same time I find myself thinking of Teddy Bear and wondering what life with her would be like an awful lot.

Our home improvement goals, which are more like hopeless dreams, are to plant walls of bushes for privacy, porch the 3 doors, put in a pool, resurface the sheds he built, install interior and exterior fences, install ceiling lights/fans in both the den and living room, put shades in the master bath and retreat, replace the bathroom faucets, trim the skylight and build a garage.

It sure would be nice to have a windowless garage. That way, Scot in particular, couldn’t tell if anyone was home. Better yet, I wish we had a fence with a gate we could lock during the days I wanted to sleep.