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Stephie is home sick today. Going to rip my hair out and go insane. Meega has no school either. Hers is a planned day off. Hopefully I can pay her a bit and take a nap so I can feel better.

I hate the new website of my hosting company. DH says its ocd. No I have never been HTML clipboard diagnosed. I just do NOT do change well at all. I can't even handle my toothbrush being moved. It's just I want things a certain way and only my way Yes my kids are trained on how to fold my towels to. NO I do not do a mommy dearest on wire hangers. I want my kitchen my way. I want the house a certain way. AND DO NOT EVEN MOVE THE FURNITURE! It gets really ugly. He messed with the settings on my computer and I admit I had a melt down. Its a comfort thing for me. Seriously. I feel out of sorts if things aren't where they belong. I also have a real hard time with my day if I don't start with a shower. Ok that is enough about what goes on in my mind.

Brent ( the kid who rents a room from us)  had an accident in his truck. He rear ended someone. His poor little truck. He walked home. It gets better. He was trading insurance and locked his keys in it. So he called his parents for a spare. He figured he would get it from his parents at work. Well... at midnight the police were are our door to let us know where the truck is. Thanks ? So back to sleep we went. He gets to work and well his mom has the key in her purse and she is out of town at a horse show. He texts me and asks us to get his truck. Umm... I have no clue how to break into a vehicle. We asked looser boy and he did it in less then a minute or so. Well, Brent didn't tell us he left his lights on!! The battery was dead. So we jump the truck and got it home. The front has some good damage.

Jon had a good day ( insert sarcasm here). He had to get an MVR for work. Went to DMV and was in and out so he headed to work. The opening guy wasn't there and Jon didn't know it. He set off all the alarms and didn't know how to turn them off. He got to talk to the sheriff and the alarm company. He is getting sick on top of it. He called and asked if he could go back to bed. We told him no. He worked a 10 hour shift. He was not happy.

 

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