I played with both rats yesterday and they were so funny! That Little Fella is one hyped up, playful rat, while the other’s mellower and brave. Although Little Fella’s more energetic, he’s getting braver and bigger by the day. I opened the door to feed them earlier, and Oreo, as I’m now calling him, was sitting by the door. I patted his head before shutting the door and he never moved.

The fucking idiots at the bank fucked up with the loan. I knew there’d be a problem. Just when I thought God didn’t hate us that much. They’re saying that the date I wrote on the form’s different than the date the girl that notarized it wrote, but that’s bullshit. I know I put down the correct date. A supernatural force would’ve had to change it when no one was looking in order for it to be wrong, cuz we both know I wrote the right date. With all the incompetent people out there, maybe it’s the notary who had the wrong date.

Anyway, to update both Marys, starting with my Mary, she sent me a really nice bracelet she made. It fits perfectly, too. She made it with frayed blanket fringes that she dyed a pinkish color in Kool-Aid.

I had to tell her to lay off the graphics, though. It was getting to be a bit much for me on top of all the other things she wanted done. The purpose of this laser printer is to save money. I can’t be using that much color ink. It’s too expensive, and half the time the colors are screwed up.

When Tom found out about the trucks, he called and spoke to Mary to set up a time to tow them, and he said she asked why I hadn’t sent her any email. I was almost as shocked that she’d ask that as I was that she’d go off on me. I mean, was she really that clueless? Did she forget she snapped at me? Did she think I’d still be all lovey-dovey afterward?

Anyway, although Tom said he didn’t get into it and isn’t on either side, he did tell her I was upset with her. It wouldn’t surprise me, though, if he implied to Mary that he was on her side. I decided, nonetheless, to tell Mary in my own words why I got upset in a quick email. I made it quick and to the point, telling her that I’m me and she’s her. Period. I also told her I always loved her, Dave and Mom (well, excluding the time Mom used the hell out of Tom when Dad died) and have appreciated any help they’ve given us and that it was all done and over with as far as I was concerned. I didn’t tell her this part, but I guess I really am over it, even though I thought I’d stay angry for quite a while. No one’s perfect which I understand, but if anything else happens, I’ll most certainly walk away for good. I don’t play ‘kiss and make-up’ habitually. I was hoping she’d get the email before showing up here today, but I haven’t gotten a receipt for it. Nor have I gotten one from Michelle for the letter of Mary’s I typed up a few days ago. Not everyone checks their email every day, though.