FUCK

What a day... What a day... What a shitty day.

There are no words to explain how much my grandpa meant to me. People's grandparents die all the time and they're just like, "Eh, whatev, have to go to a funeral today, no big deal. "

Huge deal for me. I have no extended family on my mom's side besides him. Now her entire family line is gone. GONE.

Everyone is dead. I have no aunts, no uncles, no cousins, and no grandparents from mom's side to introduce my baby to. Dan reassures me by saying that everything's okay because now it will just start with us.

And it will be okay, because we always find a way to make any crappy situation okay.

But you know what's not okay? The squatters in my grandpa's house. I was cordial with them long enough to get down to Oregon and retrieve Grandpa's dog.

We got the dog but the rest of the visit didn't go so well. My grandpa had a lot of very special things in his locked hutch, yet it was very baren by the time we got there. Those items would have been the only family heirlooms in existance that I could someday hand down to my son.

Well, I got mad. I got real mad. We drove 7 hours there and I was just too exhausted to throw a fit at the house in Oregon.

I thought about it for awhile.
I planned out the conversation in my head.
I called Patty and after she said "Hi!", I told her, "You will listen, and you will be quiet until I say it's okay to talk. YOU WILL produce a box of my grandpa's missing things, and you WILL have it ready for my brother to pick up on Friday at 5pm."

She denied knowing what I was referring to.

She said, "Your husband stole some of our stuff TOO!"
Choose your words wisely, Bitch. I swear, this woman incriminates herself every time she opens her mouth.

My grandpa died 6 days before Robert was born.

She called to say things along the lines of, "Oh yay! We showed up right after the paramedics left and we're so lucky they left the door unlocked!"

Then she calls again about a week later saying she'll have to start selling my grandpa's things if I don't immediately send her $500 for the monthly lot rent. Um, excuse me? Fuck yourself.

Then oh wow, how weird, things are missing from the hutch! I call her up, admittedly crazy after we'd gotten home and I had time to sleep and process things. I tell her that Tim has photos of everything in the hutch and that everything needs to show back up pretty damn quick.

She says, "Well, which ones are you looking for?"

Ha, Okay, Patty, How about fucking ALL of them! Any of them. Every single piece of anything that your pathetic ass stole from my family!

So now to get down to the point of my story.

My grandpa's will specifically states "I leave my dog Tinkerbell to my grandaughter Jacee C*******".

But I received a call today to inform me that there is a warrant for my arrest in Oregon because this stupid bitch Patty called the cops and reported that I showed up at HER HOUSE and stole HER DOG.

Awesome. Let's just add one more stupid fucking thing to the giant heaping plate of awesomeness that I have to deal with at this time.