No Self Control

So I get a call yesterday morning as I am beginning to post a blog from the wise one. She is in tears and ready to have a heart attack. The wise one is extremely precious to me and grass, so when there is something she needs we are there. Anyway she tells me that the evil stepdaughter on crack calls her that morning and harasses her once again. I will quote what the crack head says to her. "Mr. ? And the ? Family are just waiting for you to die so they can take everything from you and not have to help you any longer". Who says that to a 78 year old with a heart condition. In addition to this comment she orders the wise one to do this and do that and bend over and kiss the crack heads ass. I believe the crack head is a control freak and worried that she may not get anything when wise one dies. Well she is right on the money. I told wise one to just ignore her and concentrate on the good things she has. This crack head has no control over herself and wishes to have to power to control others. She must be stopped and dissenigrated. Now my question is.... "What can I do to help stop crack head"? Nothing; I know.

Day wasted...
liljsm offers grass and me gift cards to home depot. I pick him up and head to the store to pick up a thermostat we need for the palace. So many to choose from and here we find a touch screen one that looks like a damn palm pilot. I thought to my self cool but yet ugly, a damn computer on the freaking wall in the hallway, nah I'll stick to the traditional one. What do I buy, the palm pile of shit, thats what. I get to liljsm's house and decide to take it out of the package and inspect it, the fucker raddles inside, the hot/cool/off button don't work. FUCK. By this time in the day I was so tired I didn't wana run back to the store. I didn't even get the rest of my arronds done for the day nor my laundry, you think I wanted to go back and get another palm pile of shit?