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Mark is on his way to go pick up the midget. I was thinking of tagging along today, but we got up late and I didn't feel like rushing around. Plus there's a lot of orders waiting this morning, and yada yada yada I didn't go.

We watched "Catch Me If You Can" last night and it was really good. Makes me want to read the book, to see what all they left out. Gees louise, that Frank Abagnale was a slick one. I only fell asleep for about 5 minutes during the movie, which I thought was a pretty good feat.

We had to call the grannies (landlords) about the light in the kitchen that isn't working, despite our attempts at changing the flourescent tubes. We like the grannies, they leave us alone and we try to leave them alone. Our problem is only with their repairperson "Allie" who seems to be a little more than careless, from our past experiences with "her". Allie is somewhere between the "I was a man and now Im a woman" stage, which isn't surprising because the grannies are full blown lesbians. They make no bones about it, and if ya got a problem with that, well too bad. That's their attitude, which is cool with us. But Allie is just one of those TV's or TG's (Im really not sure how far she is into the process) that looks like just a really really ugly woman. And she's dirty. Really dirty. She's always got something smeared across the chest of her shirt, she smells really ropey, and her hair....well...let's just not go there. So tomorrow, Allie is coming to fix the light.

We've had a couple of negative run-ins with Allie, one time she came to fix something and "assumed" no one was home, opened the door without knocking and found Daniel sitting on the couch in his boxers. One time she broke a bottle of Jack Daniels and didn't tell us, and another time came to fix the plumbing and left a total mess when she was done. The last time she was here, we were on our way out and she asked if she could borrow a knife to cut some string. I gave her my boker auto and told her to just put it in the window where she was working when she was done. It was there when we got back, but looked like she'd been cutting sheet metal with it. *sigh.

So tomorrow she'll be here to fix the light. Hide the Jack and hope she brings her own knife.