Pinky has been coming to our house every weekend. Maybe she's high sometimes, maybe not (my husband often thinks she is, but she claims it's her "nerve pills" or Suboxone).

She seems to be straight virtually the whole weekend, but who knows? I suppose as long as it isn't obvious there's no use taking action.

Anyway, she finally got a job, waitressing. So we'll probably lose her on the weekends, since they're starting her on the graveyard shift and she doesn't know which days yet.

Then she calls last night, all upset, because LoverBoy (the perfect man she was going to marry HAH) split her lip and put his booted foot on her throat. I told her to get into a women's shelter, and she told me this morning she called.

She also told me that he's "such a liar" - he is. He lied to her about his age and about certain texts that came from his phone. She said he's threatening to call my husband and tell us that she's "drinking all day" and "doing drugs."

So now we have TWO liars. Liar vs. Liar, like that old Mad Magazine "Spy vs. Spy" HAHAHA.

Of course LoverBoy won't call, and who cares, anyway? If I have to decide between two liars my brain gets all kaflooey, and what difference would it make, anyway?

I think Pinky was waiting for me to beg her to come and live with us, because she said "I don't want you to think that I'm trying to move in with you and my dad." Mmm-hmmm. The underlying message was "rescue me!!!!!"

Ain't happening. She got herself into yet another mess and it's about time she figured out how to get out of it. She's 37 years old, for crying out loud!!!!!

YIKES!!!!