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Here’s a play-by-play of a phone conversation Wednesday night:

G: Mom, I found a kitten! She’s so cute! Can I keep her?
M: No
G: Just for a little while till I find someplace else for her?
M: No
G: Mom! Please?
M: Your dog will have a fit. You’ll get fleas or worms or the creeping crud from a stray cat, Ginnie.
G: She doesn’t have fleas. And QT will get over it. I just need to find a home for her.
M: No. See if your boyfriend wants her, or your father or Casey. I don’t want another animal in this house! It smells bad enough in here with the menagerie you have now!
G: I’ll come straight home tonight and mop my floors. You won’t even know she’s here. I promise.
M: Absolutely not.
G: Fine, I’ll dump her out in the lot for the coyotes to eat.
M: Cool. Coyotes gotta eat too.
G: You’re so mean.

So I was in my room last night when she came home from work and didn’t hear the damned kitten crying until this morning. Her dog did bark a lot last night, but he does that more now that the windows are open. I get up this morning and she asks me if I have plans or if I’ll be gone all morning.

That way I won’t hear the secret hidden kitten, right? I’m not stupid. Yes, I was gone all morning but after I picked up Kira and then Ginnie and came home we had THE CONVERSATION. Ginnie spent a chunk of money at the dollar store on this stupid cat and by the end of the night, had loaded it all up into her boyfriend’s car. Mean old Mom made her send away her beloved-after-only-24-hours kitten.

The kitten she’d named Xena. She’s been saving that name for something special. All her pets have Xena character names, but she’s always saved Xena for THE PERFECT PET. The snake is Ares. Her mice and gerbils have all had names like Hercules, Joxer, Autolycus, and Callisto.

Stupid cat. Just having near me and having Kira petting it all afternoon I’ve been sneezing and itching.

Good riddance.

Let me start with this. I am now the only person in my family that hasn’t been nabbed for doing anything illegal.

I’d left my phone in the other room and she’d called me a dozen times before I heard it ring, and yelled at me when I finally answered. She’s in a police car. Hadn’t been pulled over because she’d already been parked . . . in front of a known drug dealer’s house. Yeah.

“Hey Ginnie, while you’re out getting McDonald’s can you give my buddy a ride over here?”
“Sure!”
“Hey Ginnie, mind stopping at this house up here for a minute? I just need to run inside and pick up something. I’ll be right back. Oh, and hold my stuff.”

I’ll bet you can see where this is going, can’t you?

To be honest, she also had “stuff” of her own. And the cop was very nice and let her come home. He could have arrested her, he could have nabbed the car, he could have been a real dick about it. But he wasn’t. We’re supposed to be notified in a few months about the court date, but “they” might not even follow through because she’s a good kid (usually) and it was only a little “stuff.”

Soooo, I took her car keys and she’s on a short leash for now. Bad judgment for having the stuff with her and in the car, holding for some other asshole she barely knew and not picking up on the “let’s make a dope deal” situation right under her nose. She knows better. And she does know and is accepting responsibility for it. I’m not bailing her out of any of it so she’d better save her money. She’s also not to go over to so-and-so’s house anymore even if he has Halo and Rock Band.

We’d just talked about this sort of thing. How her brother is still trying to get himself out of a similar situation from years ago. How if you’re gonna be stupid and smoke shit in the first place there are risks and how to avoid them. Number one being not sitting in front of a drug dealer’s house cuz the cops usually know exactly where they are.

I mean, teenagers are going to do what they’re gonna do and the best thing is to accept that and guide them to make it all as safe as possible. Get girls on the pill, provide condoms, make sure they know not to drive while impaired and to be in a safe place when they do these things. There’s no use in saying NO and burying your head in the sand. They’re gonna do it anyway behind your back and lie and you lose the chance to communicate.

And she wasn’t impaired. She was prepared for later in the evening when she was done running around for the night. She handled herself well with the officer and didn’t make the situation worse by lying or crying – the crying came later when she got home. She knows. AND she’s going to have to face her father and brothers with this.

Has this all become a right of passage?

I teased Ginnie last night because she finally put the clean dishes away. She was actually doing her chore! Yup, she only has one besides taking care of her own space. I just pile clean dishes up on the rack and counter for spite. So last night I was in here on the computer and I could hear her clumping around in the kitchen and the clickety-clack of the dishes being stacked. I wandered in and asked her where the pods were. Pods? Yeah, cuz obviously the pod people have taken over my daughter and replaced her with one that works better. Huh? I guess I missed that gap in her geekucation.

I got up this morning and went to have some cereal and there are no spoons. The brat has hidden them somewhere.

Good thing we have bagels.