Oops

And it suddenly occured to me that I hadn't let anyone know that we got in to louisadkins's mom's house safely. Or even that we had left out this past Wednesday morning.

In any case, we got in safe incredibly late Wednesday night/incredibly early Thursday morning. The state of Georgia can officially kiss my little mousy butt, as can the city of Atlanta. I-75 through Georgia was orange barrels almost the entire bloody way. And I got the lovely fun of driving through Atlanta. I think that on the way back, we will either get a hotel if at all possible, or I'll drive through Orlando and Louis can get Atlanta.

Will update more when I feel like it.

Right, Then

This post is a PSA. It is also addressed to one Barbara Natalie Pusey.

Last I heard, little sister of mine, you wanted no contact with me. At all. You wanted nothing to do with me. The first and last time that I called you since moving out, you hung up on me as soon as I identified myself. That little stunt, o sweet sister of mine, left my heart shattered for a very long while. Fine. You wanted nothing to do with me. I did my damndest to leave you alone and respect your wishes after that.

A little while ago, louisadkins showed me SamSpade.org. I used to allow anonymous posters, and will, in fact allow them again after this. I also logged their IP addresses. From writing style and location, the comment that led to my turning anonymous posting off seems to have only one real origin.

Hello, little sister. I left you alone because you wanted me to. Now, either get to know me and actually talk with me or leave me the ever lovin' hell alone. Because, sweet baby sister, I don't need to deal with this at all, ever. You have no idea how much I hurt when you shut me out. You have no idea how badly I wanted to find a rock to crawl under. Either reconcile with me, or let me finish mourning you in peace.

This is my final word on this subject.