Another fun day of shopping. Almost. We were going to buy DVDs online. They have this thing where you get them in the mail, enclosed with postage-paid envelopes to mail them back in, but since it’s $20 a month, we decided to check out a store in Casa Grande before we commit to any memberships. Especially when I’m not big on TV in the first place. I’m very picky about what I watch. It takes a lot to interest and entertain me, whereas most people will watch just about anything. In fact, we may bump the bombing up to tomorrow instead of next Monday and maybe check out a store while we’re doing that. We’ll carry the bitch in her cage, put it on the truck, and cover it with a sheet, and the guys will go with us in a tank.

I’ve worked very, very little on my story since I first began it. I just can’t think of exciting things to add to the story while we get to know each other, get it on, etc. Oh, well. There’s no hurry. If I think of more to add to it, I will. If not, I won’t.

I was right about Tom being against the Teddy Bear letter. He feels the pigs will use it to frame me or cause some kind of trouble for me, and that it’ll also get her fired. I don’t know about getting her fired, but I doubt the pigs would use it against me. This is an entirely different situation than me being handed a threatening letter by a black pig who was friends with the “victim,” also a black.

On the other hand, I never would’ve thought that a molehill could turn into a mountain and that I’d be sent to jail for half a year for a supposed letter either, so you never do know. I don’t want Tom to be all paranoid, and also, letting TB know how I feel, as nice as that would’ve been, could never change things and isn’t worth the possible risks, no matter how low they may be.

I’ll just tell Mary to tell the DO who knows her that she’s a real jerk for leading me on and breaking my heart by not seeing me just as soon as I hear of the next delay.

No, I’ll do better than that. I’ll send the letter to Mary to give the DO to give to TB. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do, and now I want there to be another delay. Watch, though. Now that I’ve made up my mind to do this she really will leave this time around.

Since we agreed to go with barbed wire, and since Tom drives by hardware stores on the way to work, he’s going to start getting things little by little. A bushel of posts here and a bushel there, etc.

Now that the blacks are done with us on the home front, and since we rarely get people bugging us here, perhaps we won’t bother locking the gate. We’ll put signs out when expecting packages, telling them to leave them at the gate. Tom will talk to APS too, to see if we should do our own meter readings or what.

We’re probably not going to call a surveyor out to tell us the exact property lines as it’s pretty expensive and not worth the money when we can pretty much figure it out on our own. We may need to rent a chainsaw when we’re installing the fences to cut through the heavier brush around the washes, and maybe an auger as well. We need to pour in cement to steady the posts first, but we may not have to cement them all. Maybe just every other one. There are going to be about 120 posts in all and they’ll be 10’–12’ apart.

Tom was doing the puzzle I made for him, and naturally, he was doing it in slow motion. He made me one today with computer-related words, and of course I had it done in no time. I’m as great with word finds as I am lousy with crosswords.

Webshots still hasn’t taken the money for the mug, so that tells me I may be in for the same 2-week wait I was in for with Little Buddy’s mug before Christmas, but that’s ok. It won’t kill me to wait. Besides, it’s coming priority mail. Webshots is so huge that I can imagine just how many orders a day they must get on mugs alone!