My head is frequently ready to explode.

I was talking with Bossman G this morning. In a former life, he was a psychologist, and one of his duties was related to family counseling and removing children from homes for the sake of the kids. He has scared the crap out of me this morning. I was sharing with him some of my perpetual stress over the bizarre family life I have at home. I talked to him about the RTY friend fiasco. He told me we are swimming in very dangerous legal waters and urged me to meet the parent of the friend and do it quickly. He told me nightmare scenarios. Scary stuff. Scary stuff I have always kinda known about.

Anyway, the crap we have no choice but to tolerate frequently has me checking life insurance rates, you know, so that if I go postal something mysterious happens, I can collect! I kid, I kid!

But Good Lord did Bossman G freak me out even more.

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