May the force be with you

what I'm reading 📚..

yesterday Kevin took an early out at work, dumped the trailer at junkyard, and then did an epic mother-in-law job replacing mom's busted up by the po-po door for the one she got on swap shop.

a door that was too short, somehow almost too wide, and required a lot of figurin' and redneck engineerin' to fit into the spot. plus a 2x4 and a piece of trim that we'll find and add on our next trip. and maybe some paint? Mom had door knob sets from an auction. woman is prepared for any eventuality. gotta admire that. I usually beg off Mexican because the sound of Spanish still hurts my ears after damn near 3 years out of the barns...but he earned it. he. earned. it.

A Night With The Little Stars Ridgeway Daddy-Daughter Dance...Z and/or Daddy is in every picture...some you have to really look!

this is what I call customer service! love this email!

Debbie​, You Rock! It was just another day at the office when Kelsey jumped out of her chair, so fast that I thought fire had engulfed her hair. “We did it!” she yelled. “We got an order from Debbie​ Dailey!” Brian ran over to her computer, because he’s ordinarily the trouble-shooter. “Don’t get scared,” said Kelsey, “You’re not moving with your auntie and uncle to Bel Air”. The office erupted in applause and we popped a bottle of champagne given to me by my in-laws. “I Like It Like That” blared from Kelsey’s computer, and half-eaten sourdough lay next to our recruiter. Debbie​, the entire Native team is thrilled to have you as a customer. Your friends will probably start calling you “Healthy Debbie​” soon. You’ll love it. After we’re done celebrating your order, you’ll receive tracking information so you can get as excited about your delivery as we are. If you have any questions, shoot me a note at support@nativecos.com. Health, healing and happiness! Best, Julia

Ann reminded me she had a dr. appointment today. I delivered the totes for shoes and toys, picked up all the girls, took Z to her mommy's and Ann & Iz to Dr. KJ met them there.

I merrily drove home to find a message on machine. fucking First Interstate debit card hacked AGAIN. like second time recently. getting new card. cleaned floors. ziptied all the wires and cords under fireplace so Rip would quit dragging them out. putting up a bunch of his small toys that roll under shit. I am beyond done with his clawing and whining under furniture all the time.