last night, mom asked if i would skip work today, and travel w/ her to take haylie back. i finally gave in . we left early, then stopped halfway to eat. we let haylie play in the playland. which made us late. we wanted to get home at 4. but didn't get home till 6.

i got to see zorro. he's 5 weeks. he should still be w/ his mama, in my opinion. brittany thinks she knows all things cats, and she doesn't know squat. she think kittens should be seperated from their mama and eating solid food at 4 weeks. i tried to tell her no, but she wouldn't listen. kittens need to be w/ their mama at least 6 weeks, preferably 8. but brittany thinks because i'm younger, i'm stupid. she's the idiot. she seperated the mama and the kittens to early. zorro is the only one left. haylie torments him horribly. and brittany doesn't supervise very well. haylie dropped down the stairs, trapped him in the closet, and nearly drowned him, just to name a few things. grandma, mom and i saw how horrible it was, and took him. i kept scolding haylie, and brittany snapped at me. she's lucky i didn't hit her. i settled for a fierce glare. he's currently staying at my grandma's house.

we came home, and i made cheesy jumbalia w/ sausage for dinner. ryan was upset. he hates jumbalia. but mom makes tacos, spaghetti, and gulash all the time, and ryan loves those. but i rarely get jumbalia. so i told him to bug off.