oi, my noggin

Soon I shall be falling down the stairs and heading across the house to get to my room where I might take pictures of shiny things now that it's no longer grey outside. Not that I mind grey, but some things need a little light.

If there's something [other than me!] you've always wanted a bad picture of, feel free to ask. I'm not expecting many takers on this, so if you've got some freakishly long list and are afraid to ask for fear of the freakishness, well, fear not. I have numerous memory cards and I finally got the card reader on Kid Sister to work properly, so pictures are easy. It's just editing that's a bitch. Which is why you don't have pictures of the cabbage patch and the aquarium yet. :P

I've been relatively lax in reading my FL last week, so.. today I tried to catch up. Really, I did. I need to update my non-com with special exceptions filter to make this easier the next time I'm an idiot. Still, LJ, or maybe it was my computer decided that it would only work when threatened with a sledgehammer. Sigh.

On the happier side of things, this morning's brunch was left over ham and cheese casserole. Which is the yummiest of all foods, even if someone did add a little too much onion to the mix.

Now if I could only figure out where the boy goes every morning after taking Widge to the bus stop...

But first, I need someone to tell me if this is crazy.

I called Cass yesterday because I wanted Ari's new phone number again, since I can't find my Happy Bunny notebook where I know I have it written down. We chat a bit and Cass says:
My grandmother called and asked me & Matt to go live up there.

I have only tweaked this a bit, but that is what she said, give or take the word grandmother in place of something else. Later she flat out says that her grandmother invited the couple to live with her. We discuss the insanity of this since I'm fairly certain most of her family members cannot really stand him. We debate the odds of the invite being a way to rattle the relationship from the inside, as it were. But one thing remains clear. She says her grandmother issued the invite. Got it? Good.

I call Ari. I get ahold of Ari. I rejoice. We chat about this and that and I stumble over words as sleep deprivation kicks in again. "So, did Cass tell you she's moving up to live with my grandmother?"
I say that Cass mentioned the invite had been extended, yes...
No. This is how it really went down. Cass calls her grandmother and says things are going ass-up for her and Matt and asks her majesty [and I say this simply because I tire of typing grandmother and not really any mocking] if they can move up with her. Cass. Asked. HER. And the answer is still up in the air.

This is why my head is constantly hurting. Even in cases of something that's fairly recent, there are two wildly different versions to the story and it makes the hamster behind the desk of my brain scream.

If Cass hadn't just recently revised history to me ABOUT me, I'd be more inclined to believe her. But since I sat there in the car and listened as she told me I'd done something I most certainly had not then, yeah, her credibility is shot.

There are reasons we joke that she is my brother if he were, y'know, a girl and less pigmentedly challenged. Namely the truth is always up to interpretation.