Dear Diary,
Forgive my French but what a poopy weekend.
Larry came home from the police department drunk. He drank 3 of the beers that we were supposed to enjoy on Memorial Day. He wouldn't even talk to me about any progress in the Little Reuben case. He came right home and took the rest of the beer to the garage. I didn't see him the rest of the night. I only know that he came to bed at some point because he peed and soiled all on the sheets. When I woke up, he was of course already in the garage. He must of still been drunk because around noon (on Saturday), he said he had to the school to work. I was so mad that I just let him go. On top of all that, he has now subscribed to several video game magazines. I don't know how we'll even pay for them. I'm sure it will come down to me giving up either my monthly mom's day to Braums or not being able to have our weekly pigs in blanket feast.
After I told Les about what Larry did, she didn't bring the blessings over on Memorial Day. I don't blame her diary. Mason stayed home for a while but Larry just kept asking him about video games. It's so weird. I will put my foot down if he thinks he is going to buy one of those things.
I guess the only positive thing that happened was Stan coming over on Friday. He showed me how to slip the lock on the garage with a credit card. He is so smart! And funny! Ever since I saw his erection, things have been awkward but they seem to be getting better. Oh and diary...I didn't wear a bra!!!
Anway...here's looking for a better week. Les lent me Home Improvement tapes so I'll have that handy Tim Allen to keep me company. Also, Les invited me to have dinner with them on Thursday night!
And diary...pray for me to have the courage to go into the garage. I just get so tired of having to use my phone for the internet.