Engleberts in Missouri [miz-er-ree]

Last night Steph and I watched a show about a woman with half a body. She was caring not only for herself but also for her aging father (with emphysema, schizophrenia & dementia), her adult brother (mentally handicapped with violence issues) and an 11-year-old son. She and her husband were having issues because the husband, Dave, felt like he wasn’t getting enough attention. Steph pops off with “Put ‘em in a home”. WTF?!?! I guess I won’t be looking for her to care for me in my old age. I’ll be slapped in a nursing home reeking of urine so fast it’ll make my head spin!

Vicki’s probably a no-go too. She called Steph the other day to see how she was doing and find out if she was sick of me yet. I guess this will be one of those situations where having 6 kids comes in handy. Surely one of them will take care of me when I’m feeble.

Violet tells me all the time that when she grows up she’s going to be famous and have a lot of money like Britney Spears. Then she’ll take care of her dad and I. That’ll be fine cause I do like my Cheetos. BTW, how did I miss this Britney-related atrocity?!?

The doppelganger Alex is gone today leaving the little angel we love.