the non post

I got through day two of the vacation post and thought, this is really stupid. No one is going to want to read where we ate, how many times someone fell during the waterfall hike (3 was my total out of two trips) or how funny the "continue four tenths mile" that was repeated so many times from Larry's GPS.

I guess what I am typing is, I am in a funk. The post great vacation funk.

It doesn't help that school is three days away, Ashley homeless is six days away and other various Ashley drama.

When I broke my rib, the doctor gave me a script for vicodin. With a refill, you remember way back when, right? I never got the refill as I could manage it with advil. The day before we left, Larry asked me to get it filled for him. He knew we would be doing a lot of walking, hiking and who knew what the beds would be like. I'm not sure if I have mentioned Larry's back is awlful. Our 15th anniversary we had a huge crawfish bowl. He picked up a pot and it hasn't been the same since. It literally cripples him at times. So, he picked it up Friday before we left. That was the 22nd.

Today, out of sixty, there are twenty three left. As well as what was left from the original bottle. When we were leaving Hawaii, I put four tylenol pm into the original bottle that still had two in it. I put the tylenol pm there for the flight home. I knew there would be no way I could sleep without it.

We get on the plane, and the bottle is gone. I thought it had fallen out and left in the rental car, truth be told I packed it. I unpacked it and put it on the counter where it has sat for a week.

Until tonight.

My original bottle of tylenol pm is empty, I forgot to get more and remembered the extra from the flight. The bottle is gone. It was there two days ago, Larry remembers seeing it. When he checked the bottle I had filled, that's when he noticed the difference. He counted them two days ago. Thirteen are gone since then.

My natural instinct is to think Ashley came over and took them. Saturday, I was working, Larry was offshore fishing, my sister had taken Hannah to the mall. The house was empty. When Ashley was taking all the xanex last year, she stole hydrocodone from her Grandpa's during the superbowl.

I ask Hannah, are you taking it? NO! Is Autumn taking it? No. Is Larry taking it? No.

More drama. Online, Ashley is telling Hannah that is bullshit. Hannah doesn't believe her either. Not how I want to start my week.

And Queer as Folk is over .....