Brat cancelled her wedding.
I don't care why. I'm just happy she did.
Lydia has been subpoenaed to testify at the preliminary hearing of her attacker. And then she'll have to testify again if they go to trial. I have no idea how any of this works, but I'm going to the stupid proceedings for two reasons: to support my sister and to watch the bastard who had the nerve to put a knife to her throat get what's his. It doesn't help that I knew the bastard through my middle school and high school years. And yes, he was always a violent jerk. It's unfortunate for him that he chose to attack my sister and her fiancée, now her husband.
T-Man is being sent to Iraq on June 6th, and Relly was initially upset but is now calm about it. He lied and told her he would be very unlikely to see any action since his job is to escort P.O.W.s from location to location. And my sister was dumb enough to believe it. Let me just say that American convoys are frequently attacked on the roads in Iraq, especially the ones carrying Prisoners of War. My sister is naive and gullible, but if it makes her calmer then I'm not pointing out that it's not true.
I have told Padawan his best friend is no longer welcome in our home, on the off chance he decides to ever come back to the States. Padawan thought I was over reacting, but I do not think I am. An apology is owed to me, and I don't care how emotionally hurt he is by the information he received from me, it's not my fault and blaming the messenger (when he should have called the source) is completely stupid. I was OK with his reaction the first week because when you get angry you say stupid things. But his insistence that he "isn't ready to say sorry yet" is ridiculous. I did not give him an STD that he stupidly passed onto his fiancée because he doesn't believe in condoms or testing. Just because my friend did doesn't make me guilty. This is why you wear condoms until you get tested. Common. Fucking. Sense. HPV is running rampant in 2/3 of the American Population. It's irresponsible to have unprotected sex without being tested first. Also, AIDS is still a fairly large problem. So what he got is just what he deserved, though if his fiancée can't have children because of this I feel very sorry for her. Not him, though.
In fact, I've made up my mind that if he ever does get around to apologizing I will accept the apology, but I will not forgive him. The apology is my due. Forgiveness is not his. Despite his character flaws (racist, conservative to the point of fanaticism, being a brainwashed Jarhead spouting the Army ideal like a robot) I liked him. He was rather amusing because of his inappropriate behaviors and beliefs. Also, he was Padawan's friend and I like to be accepting of his friends. I tolerated Jerkface for years. However, now that he's personally attacked me because he slept with my friend, who I told him he shouldn't get with because she has some serious relationship issues, and she gave him a disease he couldn't be tested for that he unknowingly passed on to his future wife, I'm no longer in the mood to be tolerant of his racist, redneck, Army heavy, brainwashed bullshit.
Moving on, kudos to the little girl who lives next door. One day she came around the corner as Choo Choo and I were coming around the same corner from the opposite direction. Not having time to react, Choo Choo put her paws on her legs and started licking her and begging for attention. She seemed startled, but then hesitantly bent down to pet her. Now, every time I take Choo Choo out for her evening walks, which are always at seven fifteen, the girl is there to meet us.
One day I expect she will probably ask if she can walk Choo Choo.
Either way, Choo Choo absolutely does not like the mother. Her hackles go up every time she sees her. And I don't have it in my heart to curb her behavior. If I had hackles, they'd go up, too.
In other news, last night Padawan made dinner for a change, and when I went into the kitchen to get myself a plate I noticed a problem. He had apparently done some rearranging in my kitchen.
Padawan had placed the dinner plates on the highest shelf in the cabinet, the salad/dessert plates on the center shelf, and the bowls on the lowest shelf. The bowls, at least, were in the right place. The plates were a disaster. I intentionally put the salad/dessert plates on the highest shelf because we very rarely use them, and so it doesn't usually become a problem that I can barely reach them. I have to stand on tip toe and stretch as hard as I can just to barely reach the third shelf. Sticking dinner plates, which are used daily, up there is inconvenient and annoying.
I pointed this out to Padawan who commented, "Is it just me or are you getting more obsessive compulsive?"
To which I replied, "The reason I unpacked and arranged the apartment when we moved in was so we wouldn't have this problem, remember? I got to decide where everything went so that these conversations would not happen."
"Well I'm not rearranging it."
"I already did. I'm just saying that next time you should remember that I can't reach the third shelf. And unless you want to buy me a step stool for the kitchen, you'll keep that fact in mind before you go and mess up the way I have my kitchen organized."
"Yes. My kitchen."
"Whatever makes you happy, dear."
Game. Set. Match.