A mixed bag

Wednesday I picked up my sister and brought her back to her apartment.  She is actually doing surprisingly well.  I am checking in with her daily now and hopefully we can head off any returns to the psych ward. 

I am actually doing a bit better myself.  Fuck the IRS...  I will figure this shit out somehow.  I am getting a bit of my focus back so perhaps I can rally myself to actually find some new business and make even MORE money  so I can pay even MORE taxes...  Fuck me.

J decided that mud truck racing was more important that than being home for Mothers Day.  He did get her a card and gift but I am becoming very suspicious of the source of his cash, especially when he pays me his snowmobile payment in crisp $100 bills.  When I asked him where he got the money, he said he saved it.  Yeah, bullshit.  I  predict a battle in the very near future.  I am not taking money that he did not earn honestly.  I hope I am wrong.

Last night I drove all the way to B's college to pick him up in the jeep so that he could come home and get his car as he plans to surprise his mom tomorrow morning with breakfast in bed.  What a good boy...