So, getting back from the Brownsville trip and going to get my dogs, Rene was inebriated once again.  And Addler had a huge tear - about an inch worth of his left jowl torn open.  Maria was very unhappy-  about Rene being drunk and I suspected, without any proof to back it up and therefore not saying anything - that Rene had encouraged Addler to get into fence fighting with the neighbor's dogs. Apparently those dogs can reach their snouts through the fence enough to bite. I am very unhappy right now. It's not a small cut.  The part that bothers me more than anything is that no one bothered to tell me that this had happened to him  - this morning. I got over there around 7 pm. 

Rene described it as a "small" cut on his jowl.  She cannot get out of here fast enough for me.  The guy that is coming to get here will be there tomorrow. Thank God.  She cannot handle her liquor, she gets mean and angry when she's drunk or "nicely buzzed".  Leave out the nice part I guess.  I don't know how she even got to the liquor store to get this booze. I don't need anyone to tell me when she's drunk, it's blatant, in-your-face and obnoxious.  She gets rude, cuts everyone off, boisterous, etc etc etc.  It's ridiculous.  I'm just sooo freaking glad there is only two more days of this crap.

It appears this man knows of her drinking stuff, tho, from the past, and doesn't know that she is still drinking. Maria said Rene asked her to please not say anything about the drinking and that today "I am going to tie one on for the last time".  She's going to be getting endless, free pot, but I doubt she's going to stop drinking.  And about the first time she pulls that s*** on this dude? Time will tell. I'm not wishing it upon him, but I really don't think he knows what he's getting himself into with her. 

Tomorrow off.  Get my SUV out of the shop tomorrow, take Addler to the vet and waste $300 or more for stitches or whatever they decide, do some yard work, namely: plant some flowers, get some laundry done and go through the refrigerator. It is so full now, there is no room for literally anything else in there.  James parents here, they crammed what little room was left with stuff lol.  Probably a mass getting rid of stuff in containers - leftovers that will never get eaten. I can only eat so much, James eats a little bit of leftovers, Taylor won't eat leftover unless it's the very next day and at work. 

I mean, leftovers? Aren't bad or evil. I just see so much food getting wasted here.  I end up giving most of it to the dogs so at least it doesn't end up in the trash can.  I've lightened up portion sizes in recent times to try to adjust for that factor - make just enough to eat that night, unless I'm intending to take some out on the road with me.  It's just a waste of money.  And dead cows lol.

Anyway, time to watch some tv.