Leta Speaks

I’m so exhausted. My dad and I had to go bail my mom out again today.

She was supposed to be working at her job doing day care for the sunrise service at the Tabernacle (God only knows why anyone would hire her to take care of babies, but I am thrilled if she works because it goes to pay my settlement) when she wandered off. (Lucky babies, actually, if you ask me. It’s no fun to be diapered by someone trying to use two fingers while standing as far away as possible while she pleads “why can’t you go outside like Chuck????”)

She ended up blocks away at her old post office box, which was closed except the lobby room where the boxes are. She was seen banging on the boxes, trying to get them to open, yelling “where are my presents, where are my cards and letters, where is my stuff from advertisers, my schwag, my schwag, where is is? Thieves, thieves, do you know who I am?”

I guess she misses the old days. I remember she loved her stuff! Sometimes it was for me, which I guess was cool, but it was usually weird old vintage stuff that smelled like pissy antique stores. Or handmade crafts like felt apples and pancakes to play house with. Who the fuck needs that? Mostly it was for her, unless it was electronics, then he got first shot at it. I don’t know why she misses it–90% she called ugly and threw out. Seriously, the SLC Goodwill had a whole Etsy castoff aisle and boxes of shit like Butterball Potholders and HP mousepads.

I don’t know why they didn’t Baker Act her. I was real proud of my dad, though, because he didn’t even bring a camera to the jail, and when he had her prescription filled he only took half of them, so he’s doing great lately. Yo!

Speaking of jail, did you hear that that one guy, what’s his name, Black Jesus Plays With His Soccerball or something, finally got out? My support group had this big political fight about whether to let the kids he used to write about in the group because they weren’t really his kids, just some neighbors he abducted for awhile to take photos of so he could make up stories about them. We ended up letting them in, even if they have different issues, cause what are you going to do? It’s not like there is a big support group for abducted neighbor kids whacked bloggers pretend to have because they are desperate to be recognized as a daddyblogger. Thank God!