As Our World Turns

I have to laugh when more than one person tells me that my life is so interesting, meaning, so many weird and wild things happen to us all at once, it seems made up. Seriously, I can't make this stuff up. I can present it in soap opera format!
This week TD was tried, convicted and sentenced. He was tried in the ENT's office of snoring too much. I can't say I helped, in fact, my testimony helped convict him. The doc kept nodding empathetically at me, as I relayed fact after fact. No, he doesn't take the medicine he's supposed to regularly, yes he does snore loud enough to be heard through closed doors. He was sentenced to a night or two in a sleep clinic and on the way out, he was already arguing with me for a commutation of sentence. He said he would take his medicine, like he's supposed to, for 10 days and then we would make an appointment for the clinic if he hasn't improved. Well, the sleep clinic has called twice already to schedule an appointment and I have a sneaking suspicion that he left this morning without taking his medicine.
Buttercup was worried that she had strep throat, and then she was worried what it actually was. There was a little kid in her class that came to school with it because his parents won't let him stay home. She said another little kid told her that it felt like blood was in your throat. I worry about the birds and the bees if she buys into these weird ideas so readily.
Fiona was telling her dad that she didn't have any friends and so he worried about it and then asked me. I told him that was ridiculous. I talked to Buttercup about it this morning and she dismissed it too. I told her the idea of Fiona not having friend would be like the sky being...and Buttercup said black instead of blue. That's definitely true. If you don't know Fiona personally, you should know that she makes friends in no time flat with just about anyone, old, young, boy, girl, etc. I gave her a pep talk this morning. I think she just feels left out because she sometimes has to stay in during recess. The heat isn't good for her and she often gets so over hot that she has to go to the nurse's office to cool off.
We named the little boy kitty. I took someone's advice and named him something similarly pretentious to his sister's. He's Duke, but only because we can call him Dukie, as in sample, like that Scrubs episode I told you about earlier. When you pick him up, he often smells....what can I say, it fits.