Feb 21, 2006 06:05
Well, Chad jacked my Camels (the bastard) so now I have to smoke my good cigarettes. (he's very lucky I have them, otherwise . . . grr . . .) Black & Golds, yummy.
On a better note, it's warm this morning!
I talked to Jane last night and she says that every time Scarlett gets pissed at her now she starts yelling how she shouldn't even be living with her, she should be with me, etc. Ha ha. A psychic I had a reading from a few years ago predicted this would happen. I would expect it, if she was twelve. But for an eight year old . . . well, she's always been a bit precocious.
Jane though, sheesh. Scarlett has night terrors. Has always had a major problem with nightmares. Well the other night Scarlett was grounded from the TV and to her room, and not only did Jane renig to let her watch a movie, (any wonder why Scarlett's a hellion? Some consistency in discipline, please?) the movie was The Sixth Sense. Scarlett was telling me it was scary. "Uh. No kidding. That IS a scary movie. You probably shouldn't watch it."
"Is it rated-R?" She asks.
"Yes, I'm sure it is."
"Grandma, are you letting me watch a rated-R movie?"
"Oh, get over yourself, Scarlett," Jane sighs.
Fucking idiot. She doesn't let her watch Harry Potter because she might have nightmares, but a movie with dead people is cool. The lack of foresight amazes me.
I'm getting Scarlett for spring break and I can't wait!
Aidan will be ecstatic to see his sister. There's still those mornings when he wakes up and runs to her door, banging on it and yelling, "Sissy! Sissy, let's go!"
In blood w/luv,
qj