The friend she thought was true (if long distance) just stopped returning emails. Okay. Got the message. And the email address is still valid, she knows.
The beloved relative she called who couldn't talk at the moment but promised to call right back? Hmmm. . . still waiting.
Grandma Mary skipped Christmas and is unable to talk on the phone because her cat died. Okay, the Matron gets this but thinks that one should be able to TALK at some point over the course of a month.
When it was ten below zero on Sunday, the van's heating system broke to the tune of $378.
The last Visa bill was, well, WAY more than that. But she paid the whole thing in full anyway and decided not to buy that extra $2.99 pair of jeans at the thrift store today.
She has two online classes to get up and running before midnight Sunday and woefully little time outside of tending to children and going to two convenient days of meetings on Thursday and Friday.
Did she mention the whole money thing or that Minnesota is in a deep freeze? Double digits below zero every night for awhile. Nobody can ever get entirely warm and John just announced that he "turned down the heat."
Snappy the foster dog continues to pee on everything brown, yellow, red, green, orange, purple, blue or pastel pink in the house.
The same dog ate four hamburgers left unattended for five minutes while the family ran to the kitchen to see which house the sirens went to.
Satan's Familiar remains just that. If Snappy eats the burgers, S.F. will eat the plates.
The sirens -- fire and ambulance--did NOT go to the psycho-meth neighbors but the hotel down the street. At least two of the residents recently claimed to be Jesus and the Matron sincerely hopes they're not the cause for alarm. Being Jesus and all that.
Then there's the psycho-meth neighbors who alerted the Matron to the phrase "you small dick bitch" one night during a domestic battle. Small dick bitch. Savor that.
Merrick still can't read.
The silver lining? The Vikings (this is a Minnesota professional football team for the like-minded) are in the play-offs, which means that for one afternoon coming up soon the Matron can shop in all the stores she wants to with NO competition.
Are the stars aligning like this for the whole world or just her ice-addled corner?