The results of Loca Grande's biopsy is in- and everything is fine. So, once again, she dragged the skids through the ringer for nothing. Got 'em all upset, "i have cancer, blah, blah, blah" and it was nothing.

She was a total b#$%& to me in the weeks leading up to the procedure, leaving me nasty messages about how it was my responsibility to make sure the skids called her and came to visit before her surgery. As many of you know from my posts a few weeks back, she really got to me. In one message, she told me I was a horrible mother (for not making her skids call- aged 18, 16, and 14), and that she hoped one day Gibby would be as hateful to me as her kids are to her.

That call really upset me. Loghead contacted her husband, Gullible, and requested that he make sure she not have access to my phone number and to not call me anymore. Gullible apologized and said he'd take care of it.

She must have phone privileges back, so to speak. She called today and said she was sorry for anything she may have said that hurt my feelings. She blamed her actions on some of the medications she was taking, and said she didn't really remember making any calls to me. (I have copies of them all on my computer now.)

She went on to thank me for all I've done for the skids over the years. She said it was nice knowing someone was there to take care of them, even when she couldn't. She said she was glad Loghead found someone who was so loving to take in someone else's children, and raise them as her own. She said the only thing that got her through her "cancer scare" was knowing that I would take care of the skids if something happened to her.

What kinda drugs is she taking now?! I'm glad she apologized- and in her warped way, I do think she meant it. It will provide good feelings for at least a while. At least when she's semi- stable I can tolerate her these days.