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I got “homework” from my shrink [Hi, Dr. Fox!] yesterday.

Can you believe that? Homework!

Not to make a long story too long, but my task is to compose a list of thing that are true for me.

A list of things that are constant no matter what anyone says.

Let me explain.

You see, I have this problem where I take just about everything that anyone says to heart.

Here’s a scenario for you:

You just got your hair cut and colored. You know that you look H O T.

I just got a call from someone from the county concerning Cara’s bout with Salmonella.

To be honest, I’m not totally sure where she was from; wherever she said she was from it was enough of a shock that I totally forgot how she identified herself. Anyway, she started asking me questions about whether or not the Crazy spawn was in daycare and if we had eaten out anywhere recently. She wanted to know if we had any pets and things along those lines.

I live my life based on a bastardized form of Karma.

A self-serving version really.

I try not to do mean/bad things to people with the hope that they will reciprocate.

Maybe that’s a crap reason to be nice, but hey, if it keeps me from being a heinous bitch then I figure it can’t be all bad.

So, when I’m confronted with a situation where I have to be the “bad guy” I cringe.

I’ve wanted to write about my upstairs “neighbors” for a while, but I have had this irrational fear that they would find my site. [Hi neighbors!]