Joey's Window

Little Osama Bin Ladin has finally calmed down somewhat, slightly apologetic but was virtually unable to be heard over the testosterone laden racket around here, figured she might as well give it up since no one was paying a bit of attention to her dramatics. She earned herself a reward of a great deal of restrictions. We, as a group, put away our anti-venom serum.

A grown child's husband brought her back and tried to return her to me but after a good bit of discussion, all in Spanish, while I labored to totally understand his rapid-fire delivery of exasperation and ire, he took her back home tonight. Crisis averted for now.

Joey and Sonny went at it since Joey never, EVER quits in time while running his big mouth. Joey managed to kick Edgar, who was merely walking in the door, and Edgar automatically jumped into the impromptu wrestling meet. Joey, outnumbered and outmanuervered, took off running and went out the second story window feet first on purpose, screen sailing out like a kite, and ten Bubbas scurrying to tattle on him. I ran upstairs to grab a slippery wrist (like I could pull 200 pounds back up over a ledge and into a window). Edgar was behind me in a flash and with one yank he had Joey slung up, in the window, and onto his bed. I went flying as well due to the centrifugal force and Joey's wake. Joey was dadgum shocked at Edgar's strength. I was impressed as well. Sonny was absolutely aggravated with Joey in a big way.

Sonny, Edgar and Joey were all still angry with each other so I made them all apologize and make up. Being boys, and now breathless, they complied. Then I made them get a ladder and put the screen back up. Being the sheriff in this wild west makes it necessary for me to regularly inject some estrogen into the mix. I'm not usually very girly so when it comes it gets immediate results. The guys were laughing by the time I'd finished my sentence.

Sonny drove Miriam back to school where she actually is the manager for the high school varsity wrestling team. Edgar drove Joey and Mayra to church for drama practice (like anyone here needs to practice drama of all things.) These boys carry absolutely no hard feelings after their daily round of blowing off steam. I got the Bubbas ready for their pizza party at church.

After church all is quiet now. I'll turn off all the lights and go upstairs glad that everyone has vented, no one is going to get an ulcer from holding their emotions in, and no one is mad at anyone for any reason tonight.

AND the screen is fixed.