She must have some inkling something's up because I haven't returned any of her calls or frantic voicemails saying that BIL died and I need to call her immediately.
And he wasn't dead?!?!?!! Wow, just wow.
Yes. He was and (to my knowledge) continues to be just fine. Well, I don't know about fine. But alive. That's what I mean.

That's my sister's M.O. She will call and call and call and call...and escalate by leaving increasingly frantic voicemail messages until she gets a call back. If that doesn't work, apparently she switches gear and goes to email. I'd block her email address, but last time I did a cut direct (I didn't know that's what it was called at the time because I hadn't yet discovered eHell...and my cut direct failed because, again, no eHell) she went and got herself another email address and contacted me anyway.
So this time I guess she wants something, so she's trying to get my attention. A week ago she started with the phone calls and pulled the dead husband card again. I did not call back. So, she gave up and then emailed me (no mention that DH was dead, because apparently, like Lazarus, he's come back from the dead. Must be a real important meeting he's got scheduled. Heh.) slopping sugar all over the place and saying how much they would LOVE to see us again....what the ****?!
Only now, they have two little kids in their custody. BIL's biological grandchildren by one of his kids from one of the earlier marriages. The sweet little five year old boy is special needs and the older one, a darling little girl about eight, seems to be doing remarkably well considering....
I hope BIL has stopped drinking around them.
Oh, don't get me started. I don't want to say something I shouldn't.
Actually, I apologize. I have no legitimate reason for mentioning the grandchildren/foster kids because it isn't relevant, except that even if DS and BIL were welcome, I would hesitate to have them bring the children, as adorable as they seem from pictures. I have nothing against them, except I don't have the wherewithal to manage my own current health crisis (I have a suspected abscessed molar that may need to come out...very, very soon - ouch! - and have to find a job and a dentist who is willing to do the surgery without upfront payment and accept small payments until new job is secured). I don't have kids, and have little to no experience with children - and I wouldn't know what to do with the little girl, much less how to care for the special needs child who requires a special diet and care....{shudders with apprehension}. The fact that BIL is...well, BIL and how he behaved when he visited here that one time I met him...well, that scares me for the kids, though I have no right to have any opinion about that. But still.
This whole situation is just gross.
I'll get started on the Thanksgiving Blowout Extravaganza 2006
TM for your reading pleasure.
