I'm eating pretzels, in case you were wondering...

For anyone besides David who is interested, my friend's son was moved to a Children's Hospital about two and a half hours away from where they live and they are working with him to get his speech improved and said he can go home when he can walk in his own. I saw my friend today when I was delivering her two daughters to her that we had picked up at the airport, and she said his arm and leg still aren't working and that you have to coax him to use small words. The hospital has a tutor there for him, and he's not really able to concentrate on trivial things like his ABCs because he's focused on walking again. This apparently bothered the tutor enough that she told a doctor who then decided to diagnose Donavon as ADHD and called my friend to get her to okay him starting Donavon on Ritalin... f**k THAT, just saying. Otherwise, he's improving every day and anxious to go home, but still has a long way to go and a surgery to undergo, as well. Thanks to everyone who has been following the story and thinking good thoughts and hoping for his recovery and praying.

It's week number two at my new store... there is a LOT of bitterness and upset people around, which I get. I mean these people were their friends, and then they got laid off or demoted, and here we come in and take their spots. It's some form of loyalty, just as my friends did for me in my store when I got screwed over in a HUGE way. That said, I sort of have it a little easier than the other new people because I worked there before and I remember some of the people and they remember me. The rude book keeper was nice to me the other day when she founf out I can do books since they demoted one of her back ups...

The best part of pretzels is definitely the salt...

Went and bought Annemarie a new swimsuit tonight after having to explain why she will not be wearing a tiny bikini and then taking her to see a cute two-piece that has a halter top type thing and a bottom. She liked it so we bought it, everyone's happy and Rich doesn't have to kill anyone checking out his 13 year old cause she looks about 16 and flaunting her goodies all over the place! Two birds, one stone... my work here is done.

Today is the one year anniversary of the release of Pretty Odd by Panic at the Disco. Just want to say thank you to the boys for endless hours of unwaivering entertainment.

Tony is here for spring break, his eye looks MUCH better now after a week. I think we're going to the beach tomorrow for some volleyball/bonfire/fun/sun. I heard some story today about how he found himself in a very awkward 'Meet the Parents' scenario with a girl he was 'seeing' but told from the beginning that he didn't want anything serious with because he wasn't sure where he'd end up for law school.

Rich's brother is still here and still being a total jackass. Rich is VERY close to asking him to leave... that'll be fun.

Davey messaged to tell me he found a house!! He said it's soooooooooooo pretty inside and has some snazzy shower with like 30 shower heads or some business that made Rich groan in envy. I'm glad he found a place he likes! It was beginning to look like he might not find a place at all.

Rich decided to sell his Bus!!! GASP! So if anyone is interested in a '76 VW Bus with a new engine and a new transmission... FIND ME!

I'll close with an explanation of the title...

Yesterday when I left for work, Rich and Matty walked me to the car, as they usually do, and Rich kissed me goodbye. I got in the car and as I'm driving away he looks at Rich and says, "Another satisfied lady," complete with innuedo he doesn't even remotely understand. Thank you Disney Channel...

Hugs,

Viv

P.S. Luc- Wherever you are, I hope you're doing okay, and I feel for you, in a way that only people like you and I, and a few others can ever understand. If I can do anything, let me know