But everytime I open the write tab, Trent starts screaming his lungs out. He's been such a brat. Terrible two's in the making.

So our tiny apartment has gotten much smaller. Fred's friend Jayne, her wife Pam, and Pam's 2 youngests (Deb-10year old Dana-8 year old) have been living with us for a little over a week. The kids have been falling asleep in Fred and I's bed, then transferred to the couch. Jayne and Pam with the exception of last night have been sleeping on the futon in the big room (last night Fred and I slept on the futon)

Kirby has fleas

1st floor has been such a Cunt to us. Bitching about Fred's motorcycle in the shed, then bitching about a spare tire in the shed, then yelling at Deb and Dana for playing on the swingset out there (that Fred helped set up, and was told to use it anytime he wanted)

Anywho, I'll write more later. The kiddos are getting sick of Trent throwing things at them