I don't know if I want my step son to move in. I don't know if I want his girlfriend here. I don't know if I want to live with a baby again. I don''t knowif I will like these peopke or ifthey will like me. What I do know is that I do not want my son to move out to make room for them. I do not want my cats to be declawed and farmed out to live with my freind Carol. Girlfriend is allergic. So is my husband, I make him take meds. Why the hell can't she take meds? How in the hell can someone ask to move in with someone else and then say "oh, but you have to get rid of your cats." I've already been told that the new ones will not be going to my mom's house for the holidays because her house is dirty. I always clean her house before the holidays. So now if I go, I go alone. Please pray for me that I will become more friendly. Two nights ago I got the call we all dread. "Mrs. Fleckenstein your son has been in an accident." It was a police officer. If I didn't already know what it feels like to lose a son I might have killed this one. He had a fender bender 1 1/2 blocks from thehouse, and knowing I would bein my night gown, thought it would be funny to see me running down the street. I cannot believe that this child was spewed forth from my loins.