I just had an awesome visit to Fort Collins with Sweet Donnie to go visit Kristi and Aric. We had mindnumbingly good food the entire time, the highlight for me being the lasagna from Bisetti’s, and Fatburger, which I’ve never stopped missing from Vegas. Deeeleecious!

We also did some amazing shopping, which I know bored the boys to no end, but which made Kristi and I very happy. Donnie did get a 3G, and it is amazing, even though the service here is less than stellar. We saw The Dark Knight in Imax, which made it even more wonderful, and honestly, I was surprised at how truly good it was. I wasn’t too blown away by Batman Begins, even though it was good. I think Heath Ledger completely deserves a posthumous Oscar, and I was REALLY skeptical about that until I saw it. I wonder if he spent some time observing mental patients, because he did some things I see kids do frequently when they are absolutely freaking out. We made it to the museum late and barely made it through the Egyptian exhibit and onto the wildlife dioramas before we were herded out by security guards, but it was still completely worth it.

There’s never enough time on the trips to visit the seestor.

Sweet Donnie and I were caught in a torrential rainstorm on the way home that actually caused me to grip my pillow, jump, and squeak. We pulled over, because visibility went down to practically zero. It’s the closest I’ve ever been to experiencing a hurricane, and I hope it’s the closest I ever get.

It was symbolic, anyway, of the storm I walked into getting back home. My family continues to struggle, and I’m just so frustrated with them, except for the seestor. Mom and dad have to move again, mom doesn’t even know about it, which is best, as she is still in TX, dad hasn’t found a place yet, and I have been packing the house. I helped dad move some things to storage yesterday, and I just cried. It was so damn depressing, and there’s still a whole house to pack up. It was my brother’s birthday yesterday as well. I offered to take him out, or to cook him something, and instead, he came strolling into the shop with a frozen chicken and a package of frozen RABBIT, and slammed them on the counter, and demanded that dad and I cook them on a barbecue the size of a large dinner plate. I told him very gently that they would need to be defrosted first, and that it would probably be best to go out, or cook something else, and dad told him the same. He called us both total incompetents and said he would cook them himself. It’s laughable, except it’s so scary that he’s most likely hallucinating, and has a broken foot on top of it that he REFUSES to go to the hospital for. I don’t think it’s been set, so he will most likely be crippled if ever it heals.

Sigh. I am now off to meet with a private investigator for a friend who has about as much family drama as I do. I have no sense of humor whatsoever right now, and I seriously need to recover that to make it through today and tomorrow.

Someday, life will be amusing and fun again. I would like to get in my car and flee.