At 5 PM yesterday, Victoria and Karen arrived in Phoenix. That means that there’s no reason they couldn’t or shouldn’t be delivered to the house today, though I don’t know that they will. They have to factor in other packages coming to the area, so this is why I doubt they’ll arrive before Monday.

Tom’s response to the “reference” letter he typed up was lame. He said he was trying for leniency.

By trying to kiss the court’s ass, saying I’m guilty and covering for the freeloader? I don’t think so! We kissed the court’s ass royally and look where it got us. He should always stand by his wife no matter what. His letter should’ve been about my innocence and their guilt. It wouldn’t have done us any good either, but he didn’t have to write a letter implying guilt with not one sentence in regards to what the freeloaders may’ve done to deserve what they got from me. I mean, if he had to make me out to look so guilty, the least he could’ve done was tell the real reason why I sent those journals. He said the stress of the move drove me to do it. No, they drove me to do it!

See, he’s just the opposite of how I am. He believes that ass-kissing makes things better, but I know for a fact that it’ll usually make things a lot worse than if you show any form of defiance or resistance.

Later…

Tom’s out putting the last of the 4 numbers of the house up.

Yesterday I started to shoo what I know are next door’s dogs off our land, then I quickly stopped, hence they come over here with loaded guns for having the gall to shoo their dogs off of our land. This is Arizona. People are sensitive here and they take everything so personally.