yesterday i went looking for the stuff that dads sister sent me so i could show mom..
anyways.. i head into where i had it sitting on the desk at.. and it was gone.. this is the second time i have had it sitting on the desk and it disappears on me.
i look on the book shelf (which is where it was found last time) and it wasnt there..
ron happened to call at this time so i asked him if he had moved it and he told me *no .. go look on the book shelf* i told him it wasnt there..
about that time the old religious one walked through so i asked her if she had seen it *nope sure havent are you sure you know where you put it?* uh duh yeah.. geesh.. so i ask her to ask the wildabeast if he moved it on me..
sure enough she tells me he shoved it in a drawer.. gee thanks *rolls eyes*
so i tell her that it does not need to be shoved in a drawer on the desk, there is to much stuff in the drawers to shove my photos etc..
to which she responds *well as long as you have it in the plastic bag it will be fine*
yeah i can see where a ziplock (which is what my aunt mailed the loose photos in) is so much protection..
what it all boils down to.. is that its not theirs so they dont give a crap.
i mean a photograph can get lodged in there and i would have to pull and tug to try to get it out and than it would be all bent up.. but hey thats okay according to them..
now the stuff is in our room and lets see if the wildabeast goes in there and tries taking it out
can we say *annoyed*?
and you know its not that it was in anyones way.. the desk has all of my stuff on it and in it.. so geesh leave it alone already..
i guess what bugs me the most is i have very little of dads stuff.. and why do they want to try to ruin the little bit i do have? i know ron told me to put it in the chest but thats his families chest not ours and it just dont feel right.. yes its been housing things of ours for a long long time but i dont even like that stuff being in there..
