The good news is that there hasn’t yet been any mail from the management company in regards to my hosting any show and tell game, but the bad news is that there’s been nothing from the queen and that the house close to work is a bust. He said he found out which house it is and that upon closer inspection, he found that there’s not only a house right smack behind it, but the mailboxes to both houses are by the front door of the one for rent. As we both agree, we don’t want someone coming right up to our door to get their mail and possibly help themselves to ours as well while they’re at it. Meanwhile, there’s a house available on a side street between here and 6th St., but closer to 6th, that he’s going to check out tomorrow when he gets some groceries. I guess it’s not far off our walking route. I told Tom to just keep looking for the white house with navy or maroon trim. That’s what I saw in my vision. As far as it is from where he works, I’d like to stay in this area, since it’s a nicer area and has more old people rather than families, though I’m sure we’ll have to be next to the Brady bunch and the loudest dogs in the area no matter where we go.

As I figured would be the case, since it was hot, the bitch-n-beast was out for about an hour, but they were quiet. I could only hear the evening group chatter session from next door, but only in the bathroom. Fatty Patty’s tending to her watering obsession right now. That’s right, you dumb ass, water the shit out of the grass so it grows back too fast!

Her patio’s trashed with candles and all kinds of other weird shit. I’d hate to see the inside! I don’t know what the connection is, but piggery and filth seem to go hand in hand. The obese are just slobs for some reason.