It has certainly been one of those weeks! Just when I think the anxiety and the PTSD are under control, Some other fucktard joins in and creates a new and amazing experience for us all. Ho hum, par for the course! As I sit here and mind my own business, drama continues to circle, and hiding is often not enough to avoid it. I learned a new term today that applies to so many aspects of our life here at Screwball Kitchen…AFGE. (Pronounced Aff- Gugh) It stands for Another Fucking Growth Experience! Absolutely perfect Because as we all know Grandma and Pappy are pretty sick and tired of being sacrificed for greater causes. (Thanks Joan)

As it winds down for the week I must pause to be grateful that not all of the children can drive. So that’s good. Wuffy is alive and well, living with WowMan. Precious still lives with that bitch (whose name shall not be mentioned-God save us all) The Package ditched SuperDude ages ago and plans to garden this year instead of dealing with men. She has a great little basket on her bike that Pappy fixed for her. I can hear the music from the Wizard of Oz playing as she rides it , so there’s that. Not my monkeys, btw, they are following HER. The Dumplings are okay, I guess, their DNA is not their fault. One of them has used it for good instead of evil and will graduate from high school this year. Yay! The rest are just being cute and that’s all they need to do.

So….Hello, Springtime! It’s almost time to go out and forage for some spruce tips and dandelions and all that jazz. So take your medication, please. Try to remember that your mental health issues affect all of us!

Peace out!

Grandma and Pappy