Why Won't She Leave?

Today I am thankful for a question.

It's a simple question.

A question I heard a lot in psychotherapeutic and social service circles.

Where professionals would ask

"Why won't battered women leave?"

and then demand that lawmakers pass laws to force women to leave their abusers because they are sick of helping women get away only to find that they return.

I am libertarian (small 'l'....the party isn't my cup of tea*).

Laws hinder freedom and get in the way.

In fact, in many situations, it is the rule of law that forces women to stay with their abusers/stalkers etc..

In fact, I'm living it right now.

I've been stalked for over 24 years by people I didn't know.  It took a death in my ex husband's family for me to begin to recognize the faces that have hassled me for years.

They are his relatives.  I recognized his sister.  I didn't know who her boyfriend or some of his cousins were.

I only knew that the stalkers resembled Michael.

I can't quite figure out the guy who pretended to be with Ameriprise demanding entry in my home after coming at me head on in a SUV.

He resembles one of Michael's uncles who died just a few days prior to this incident.

He drove a rental SUV (they have red fleet plates).

When I'm quiet, the stalking isn't so embarrassing. 

If I go out in public, Michael may act out.  He's yelled at me at reunions, church and stores.  I think he does that so I won't go to these places due to the embarrassment.

This is the point where I go to these places without him. Sometimes I'll see someone that looks like him watching me.  I have pointed it out to others, too.  In fact, I had a dear friend from high school notice at a reunion, he and his wife begged me to get the hell away from my ex.

If I continue to go to these places, then his family will pick up the harassment.  This is what happened when I volunteered for the DA.  This happened to me in graduate school.  This happened when I began doing hypnosis seminars.  It picked up right after the election.

I ran for office five years ago.  During the election, police officers told me that I was being stalked but I didn't really believe them.  I now realize that they were doing a good job keeping the stalkers away from me.

This is why squad cars were outside of my house day and night.

During the election, I was still married.  My access to money was cut off about the same time the stalking picked up.

I had been living off of funds from a small business loan.  I continued to live off of that until I got my current job.

That was five years ago.

I've been hiding for five years. 

I've been trying to get away from this guy for well over five years.

At first, the police officers told me that when I divorced it would be over.

The lawyers told me that I couldn't divorce until my ex went through with a bankruptcy.

My ex really dragged that process out.  He told me that he lost the paperwork.  After two years of crap, I filed using our credit reports.  No paperwork was needed.

He later admitted to dragging out the bankruptcy to keep me with him.

Over three years ago, I officially filed for a divorce.  This was twelve years after we stopped sleeping together.

It was time.

We went to mediation.  I was given the house because he lost the financial paperwork and money was missing.  I also swore off alimony in exchange for the house.  This was during the housing crisis, so the house wasn't worth very much.

My ex agreed to move out of the house on October 21, 2013.

I packed his things. 

He's still here.

Every day I ask him to move out.

He tells me "no."

He knows I can't do anything.

I tried mediation through the courts.  My ex refused to cooperate.

I've called the police during strange incidents.  They tell me to get a new phone, a new computer and to call back if they can catch him acting out.  Manipulators know how NOT to get caught.

I was told I needed a lawyer.

It took two years to save up the money for a lawyer.  I finally did.  The moment I had a tax refund for over $1,500, I went to a lawyer.

This was March.

I'm still waiting for a court date.

I can't force him out by changing the locks (even if someone breaks into the house).

If I change the locks, I must give him a key.

He's living in my basement.  He's making a mess of it and I fear the house will be condemned for the mold in his bathroom.

I cannot force him out.  I must evict him.

I need to wait for the family courts.

How long must I wait in Arapahoe County for a judge to rule on a contempt citation?

I left.

I did my damdest to leave the situation.

I left.

He refuses to leave.

Yes, I've tried to get into the shelter.

I can't.  They are full.  Stalking is not really a crime anyone takes seriously.  They don't want families with teenagers over the age of 18.

I'm stuck in a house where I pay all of the bills....do most of the cleaning.....do most of the cooking....buy all of the groceries.....

with my stalker.

I'm at the mercy of a judge who won't make a ruling.

Why does it take so damn long?

We don't need anymore laws.

They don't protect abused individuals.  In fact, they do more to protect their abusers.  Manipulative people know how to use the law to get and keep control of their victims.

The laws against unlawful evictim are keeping me stuck with my abuser.

The stalking statutes keep me from getting a restraining order.  The problem there is that I need to identify my stalkers and get restraining orders against them.  I don't talk to my ex-husband's family.  I don't have relationships with them.  I don't know how to have them served.

My ex hasn't really been caught stalking me.  I can't get a restraining order against him.  The cops have to catch him acting like an a-hole.

The cops predict what will happen.  They've been right about it 100% of the time.

They don't think he will kill me or the children.

I hope they're right.

Victims often leave.  It's the abusers who tend to hang around.  This is true of both men and women.

If you don't know if the guy or the gal is the victim of domestic abuse, ask yourself.....who refuses to exit?

That's the culprit.

*****

If I can get downstairs to the mold, maybe I'll sell the house out from under my ex.

I'm thinking that is the only real thing I can do right now.

Love ya,

S.

Death is My Only Way Out

Today I am thankful for a stupid lawyer.

Well....

I think I am. 

I'm not sure.

The other day my lawyer told me that I could not get a restraining order because I'm not in danger.

I don't understand.

My ex-husband's family has been harassing me for over 24 years.

Things in my house are broken...computers....phones....

Pets are killed....

I live with an ex who refuses to move out of the house....

who I catch in constant lies....

who has begun to yell and glare at me for trying to do chores....

and I'm not in danger.

Alrighty then....

I am thinking of leaving my own house, losing all of the equity and letting my ex-husband take everything....

and taking the kids far away...

but then I'm sure he'll find me.....

Something isn't right here.

He was court ordered out of the house nearly three years ago....

he won't pack or move...

and I don't feel safe....

I still run into his relatives from time to time....

they swear up and down that they don't talk to Mike....

yet they know intimate details about what is going on....

things I don't post to this blog.

I don't feel safe.

If he kills me....

at least I'll be free.

I'm working on my will.

I want everything to go to my daughters if I die before I can get away.  

Sorry this is choppy.

I'm crying so hard that I'm having trouble with my eyes

I think I'm going to fire my lawyer soon.

Delusional people are dangerous.

I need a restraining order.

I caught my ex lying about his latest round of job losses.

The ease with which he lies to me is scary.

If he can lie about quitting a job....

I'm sure he can lie when he says "I'm not involved with my family's stalking."

Scary stuff....

Stay safe out there.

No matter what, on the bright side, we'll all get to sleep someday.

Life is short.

Love ya,

S.

A-ha Moments

Today I am thankful for a-ha moments.

I wish I could say exactly what is going on.  I know my computer and phone have been hacked.  Simply typing what I know is revealing my hand, despite having heavy encryption on everything.

He knows the hand I was about to deal.

He quit his job today.

That gives him a new excuse to stay in my house.

I'm tired of the crap and of the games.

I decided to turn everything over to a lawyer and let him deal with it.

There was yelling today because I wanted to take out the trash.  When we were married, that was the one chore he did.

I think I'm supposed to pretend we are married.

The yelling and glaring scare me a little bit.

I'm seriously realizing that I need a restraining order.

I wanted to write about bully psychology and how they scare people into silence and into accepting their intrusions upon our boundaries.

I'm too tired.

Working two jobs is tough.

I turned down a television interview out of fear of triggering continued stalking.

I was offered the chance to write a nationally syndicated article - that I might do.  (Yeah, if you haven't noticed I'm nothing without spell check - it doesn't work with Blogger for some reason....I do better when I know I'll have a bigger audience.)

It's hard to make money while keeping a low profile.

I'm realizing that I am being played by a major manipulator.

I can't believe I ever bought into his lies....

the lies about his family stalking me...

and him not knowing anything about it....

That's not possible.

I'll let you know when this is over.

By the way, the schools finally let the kids back in.  They missed the first couple of days but the schools had me sign a statement admitting to being stalked/victimized by domestic violence and gave me a waiver so I could use a PO box for my mailing address.

This sucks.  Why can't people get a PO box for any reason?  What if they have a dyslexic mail carrier who mis-delivers their mail? 

Can't people like that take precautions to get their mail without their kids being dis-enrolled?

And these schools want the state Medical Marijuana money.....

Why?

They can't use the money they have without making stupid rules that inconvenience or embarrass the taxpayers.

It's embarrassing signing a statement saying that I'm abused.

Those types of statements make people into victims rather than survivors.  Solving the problem of missing mail made me a survivor.  That statement - well, that made me feel like a victim.

I'm too obnoxious to be a victim.

Love ya,

S.

Nervous Break Down

Today I am thankful that in the end nothing really matters.


100 years from now, none of this crap will matter. 

Either we live or we die.

Things are getting worse.

I work a crazy shift on the weekends.  I chose this job because Michael was supposed to have the kids on the weekends.

I'll come home in the wee hours of the morning and find the garage door open.

Now, my friends tell me that I need to call the cops when I find the house wide open in the middle of the night.

I don't because I'm sure they'll claim my ex left the door open.

So far, the cops don't really help very much.

They won't listen to the creepy messages, or track down the IP addresses from the hacking attempts (even if a quick Google search shows the IP address to be in Westminster or Thornton).

They just tell me to change my phone number and stop using social media.

I don't bother them anymore.

I try to solve the problem myself.

My ex says he doesn't forget to shut the door.
Maybe he's forgetting things.
Or he is purposely trying to scare me.
The funny thing is that when he was out of town, I would wake up to find the garage door open.

I'm so scared that I double and triple check the doors. In fact, I'll sometimes wake up in the middle of the night to check the locks and doors.

I don't think I would have missed something like that.

When I came home on Sunday morning, I triple checked the locks before going to bed. I have a little alarm/stick type gizmo that butts up against the door knob of each door. I know that no one is going to break in, even if they have a key so long as I have this alarm against the door.

When I awoke early Monday morning. The alarm/stick gizmo was moved away from the front door.

None of the kids moved it.

I believe them.  It would take a tornado to wake them up that early in the morning.

Michael claims he didn't move it.

Either someone is lying to me or is being forgetful.

That bothered me to the point I considered calling into work to get a restraining order.

The thought was that maybe Michael moved it to allow his family access into the house.

In the past he claimed to have given them keys to the house.

Maybe they still have them. 

I don't know.

Tuesday I did a lot of running around. I saw hypnosis clients. I bought school supplies. I tried to reason with the high school to re-admit one of the children.

I got nowhere.

She was dis-enrolled because I forwarded my mail to a PO Box.  They claim my PO Box is proof that I do not live in the district.

No, my PO Box is proof that I'm trying to thwart the stalking my protecting my mail.  An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, right?

I even brought the admissions office my utility bills.

She's still not enrolled.

I came home around 4:00 p.m.


My garage smelled like gasoline.

It wasn't coming from my car.

It was coming from the other side of the garage.

I couldn't find a gas can.

The lawnmower was outside and didn't seem like it had been touched. 

I had assumed that Michael had come into the garage.

I asked him about It when he sauntered in around 1:30 this morning. 

He hadn't been in the garage.

I've been driving the holy heck out of my car all day and I can't get it to smell like petrol.

My mechanic says it's fine.

I'm wondering......was someone in my garage?

Am I just crazy?

Or maybe someone is trying to make me look crazy.

Michael saunters in around 1:30 in the morning, I tell him about the crazy stuff and ask him if he's left the doors open or put a gas can in the garage and that kind of thing.

He says he hasn't.

He doesn't know why the garage would reek of gasoline.

He also believes his mother is putting people up to run me out of the house.

Then he tells me that he drove by his mother's house and saw Stalker Doug's truck sitting outside.

I don't know what to think.

Who is stalking whom?

This scares me.

He doesn't seem to take it seriously.

All I know is that he won't cooperate and he lacks boundaries.

The law limits my ability to act.

Like it or not, I'm his landlord. Even though he's not paying a cent – I have to evict him.

This is why I hired a lawyer last March.

I'm still waiting for my lawyer to take action. I am very close to firing him.

Maybe he's sick. 

We'll see.

I'm at a loss as to what is happening.

I ask him to move out. He tells me no.

I tell him that I want to move out.  He tells me no.

I'd sell the house but it's filthy. He needs to move out so I can clean up his messes.

It's not healthy to feel trapped in a relationship that one ended via divorce years ago.

You know, I can reason with just about anyone....except a crazy, irrational person.

You can't reason with crazy.

I'm trying to figure out why things are getting weirder.
I think I know.

I stopped doing Michael's laundry.

I thought that would spur him to move out.

The first time I came home to an open garage, it was two days after I failed to do his laundry.

I didn't realize this until last night when I discovered that he's starting to throw his dirty clothes on the stairwell leading into the laundry room.

I'm exhausted.  I really don't have the time and energy to work two jobs, pay all the bills, do all the household shopping and clean up after him.

Working two jobs and trying to clean up the fallout from the stalking crap is beginning to take its toll on my health.

I wish I knew what to do.

I'm not really sleeping.  Around 3:00 a.m., I'll start having auditory hallucinations of an old Oberheim melody.

It sounds a lot like something Styx would have performed.  I have a friend who tells me tales of his Oberheim synth from the 70's.  That could be where the hallucinations are coming from.

Maybe I'm not hallucinating.  It could be that I'm sleeping when I hear that sound but think I'm awake. 


That is the Delta state for ya.

I may wind up putting my straight A daughter in private school.


I'm thinking about writing to a Douglas County school board member. They recently lost a lawsuit in which the Colorado Supreme Court ruled that public funds cannot be used for private school.


What about those taxpayers who pay homeowners tax for public school but cannot get their children enrolled due to the idiotic rules of the schools?


For instance, in the Cherry Creek Public School system, stalking victims have their children dis-enrolled for having their mail forwarded to PO Boxes. Today I learned that my childrens' school records were erased because they received notice of my PO box.



I cannot re-enroll them.



Tomorrow is the first day of school. I can't send them.



I'm going to reluctantly start interviewing private schools.



Why can't I get a tax refund to put towards private school?

I'll quiz a Senator about that tomorrow night.


Maybe I should put my excess energy into trying to assist in another victory for the taxpayer.



The battle with my stalker cannot be won. I've been on the winning side of many tax wars.



I'll let you know what happens.



Love ya,



S.

Hurt People Hurt People

Today I am thankful that I am well aware of my insecurities.

I cannot get involved with anyone.

I avoid my friends. I don't want them sucked into the drama.

I avoid my relatives for the same reason.

I avoid my neighbors (except the one who has fallen ill....let's just say that he had hip surgery and the medications have been known to cause depression and suicidal ideation).

I avoid the men that I know have feelings for me.

A dear friend told me that he loved me.

I couldn't say a word.  I just sobbed silently as he wheeled away.

He deserves so much better.

I put on 20 pounds in the past ten years.  I think it has to do with the lack of sex. 

I'm not in a position to do anything about the lack of sex.

Living like this is hell. 

It feels like hell.

I doubt that I'm pretty.  I am actually thinking about cosmetic surgery.  My uncle is a cosmetic surgeon.

I've never let myself go under the knife.

But maybe.....my appearance is why my ex-husband became obnoxious.

That could explain why the relationship fizzled; perhaps the ben wa balls weren't small enough.

Maybe a third job could help me afford to buy some self-confidence.

I think so long as I'm this down on myself, a relationship won't work.

Insecure people are hurt people.

Hurt people tend to hurt people.

There is more to it than my appearance.

I don't know that I'm not a crazy, loser with drama problems.

Case in point.....

The school district kicked my kids out because I rented a PO Box.

I rented a PO Box because I have a stalker and missing mail.

Since I can't get the kids in public school, I will probably need to put them in private school.

I was an anti-tax activist for a long time. Not too long ago, the Colorado Supreme Court claimed it was illegal for private schools to get taxpayer funds.

What about those cases where taxpayers can't get their kids into the local schools and are forced into private schools? 

They say that doesn't happen.

It just did....to me.

I can't be alone. 

I want people in my situation to be able to get property tax refunds to put towards private school.

My first instinct is to call my activist buddies and scheme.  

That's drama.

I don't think a man would want that in his life.

******

Today I find myself thinking about two men I must avoid.

Both are seven years older than I.

One likes to make jewelry, as do I.

The other is an author and political activist.

One asked me to spend the night so we could attend a jewelry show in a beautiful town near the four corners area.

The other told me he loved me. He likes that I'm a rabble rouser.  He grinned when I spoke about the schools and what I thought would work to help redirect funds away from local school districts abusing their power with people like me. 

I simply said "I'm not a trouble maker.  The politicians started it when they started taking liberties with other peoples' money and broke their promises."

They took my money and claimed it was to educate my children.

Stalking victims can't have children in public school if they use a PO Box.

Someone ought to say something.

It may as well be me.

There can't be a man alive who would want that drama in his life.

I feel an assortment of negative emotions when it comes to this love business.

I feel stunned.

I feel confused.

I feel frightened.

I'm not ready for such things. 

I want to hide.

******

I can't date.

I can't even date men I've known for years.

I don't know the truth about what is going on in my life.

I know my ex-husband's family stalks me.  I know my ex-husband won't leave and that he ignores court orders.  I know my ex-husband doesn't love me. 

I don't know what is going on in my life or how to take the reins of my own life away from a madman.

I've decided that if my lawyer doesn't follow through with even trying to serve my ex in the next few days, I'm firing him and giving him an honest review on Avvo and Yelp.

I hired him in March.

All he has done is sent a letter asking Michael to move out in three days. That was in June.

Letters like that tend to irritate narcissistic, self-entitled asshats. 

When one does not follow up on the threats in the letter, the asshats gets worse because you've taught them that you will not follow through.

My lawyer is dragging his feet with following through.

My life is getting worse.

I'm beginning to feel trapped.

******

Michael's van broke down. 

I had to drive him 30 miles away, twice, to help him repair it.

He took the battery out of a car I'm trying to sell.

He took it to fix his van.

He didn't ask.

He just....kinda....took it.

He put the old battery in the truck of my new pristine car. 

It's still there. 

He bitches about how my car takes up too much room in my garage.

He complains that the children don't put the silverware in the tray exactly the way he likes it.

He doesn't like my exercise equipment being in my basement because it is in his way. I can't exercise anymore because his clothes are all over the place.

It's my house.

I'm paying all the bills.

I'm doing the housework (except his laundry and he does move the trash once a week).

That's all he does.

I do everything else!

The complaining....the knocks....the digs...

are exhausting.

I want this over with. 

It's hurtful.

******

I was lectured yesterday by a child.

This child told me that my ex-husband was my stalker.

This child told me in great detail why I needed him out of my life.

It was hard to hear.

I'm not sure I can share everything the child said.

Apparently, years ago, I asked for help with the stalking.

This child heard me.

My ex-husband's reply was "it's not important."

That was the kicker.

There is more.

There is actual evidence but I'm scared to share it because I don't want to betray the identity of the child.

I don't know how to leave the situation.

I almost raided my retirement just to buy him a car if he promised to leave within the next day or so.  The child heard us talking about it.  That was when I learned what the kid knew.

It would be just like signing the van over to him.  Centurylink offered the owner of the van $1980.00 for damages.  I thought Michael could use that money to move out.  That is why I signed it over to him. 

The money is gone.  He said he used it to buy a cell phone. 

There is nothing I can do to help this guy get on his own two feet because he doesn't want to be independent.

I've got to get away.

There is a job in Wyoming I may take.  It's a life coach job (so it's like what I do now without the hypnosis pendulum showmanship).

There is an opportunity in Stockton, California.  There is also another one in Minnesota.

Maybe that is what I have to do....

Maybe all I can do is sell the house out from under this guy who won't leave.

******

I'm a fighter.

I usually win.

Winning usually entails going up against reasonable people and finding win-win solutions.

I don't know how to deal with unreasonable people. 

I don't know what on Earth makes a man think he has the right to impose on his ex-wife in such a manner.

I'm tired of crying.

*****
It actually hurts me to cry.

I ate a piece of shrimp two days ago.

Long story short.  My daughter wanted to try shrimp.  I showed her how to eat it like a lady.

My tongue is swollen.  My face and ears are swollen.

One funny thing is that my wrinkles appear minimal due to the swelling.

I'd say that is a nice feature but unfortunately wincing in pain is not attractive.

One of my ears hurts horribly. 

It started to bleed.

I don't know why.

I didn't hear any loud noises. 

I didn't poke anything in my ears.

My ear has been hurting since I ate the piece of shrimp.

I can still hear okay.

I think I can still hear okay.

It hurts to swallow (so maybe it's a good thing I'm not in a relationship).

The doctor said I had a minor allergy.

Yeah...it's minor. 

I have a bag full of inhalers and drugs the doc gave me before I lost my insurance.

I'm going to see what is in my goodie bag.  Maybe there is something there that will help with the allergy.

I've been pushing myself despite the pain.

I can't keep up the pace.

I'm exhausted.

I'm falling behind on all the work I need to do.

There has to be something that I can do to change the situation.

I wish I knew. 

I'll pray for a solution.

Love ya,

S.

Harassment Device

Today I am thankful for YouTube.

Despite the copyright trolls taking down all of my hypnosis videos because they claim they own my voice and the sounds of the birds I recorded in my backyard,

I am thankful for YouTube.

Actually, I'm more thankful for the content producers who are not bullied off of YouTube.

They've helped me quite a bit.


I've been through four phones in the past month or so.

I had an LG-G3.  This one got so bad that I couldn't use Google Play.  Then I did a factory reset and found I couldn't get online.

I gave it to someone else and it worked fine for them.

I had a LG flip phone.  This one just ceased working one day.  It wouldn't make outbound calls.

I had a Blu Smartphone.  This one also ceased to work.  I don't know what happened.  It's almost as though it got wet.

I am using a very cheap Alcatel Touch to get me by while I figure out what to do. This one runs hot even when I'm not using it.

I bought a new IPhone but took it back.  I decided not to buy a new phone so long as my ex-husband has access to the house.

I'm tired.

I spoke to my boss about the issue.  I have an amazing boss.  She's a wealth of knowledge.  She's in her early twenties and I hope I'm around to see how her life grows for her.

Have you ever met someone you just know will make it big somehow?

She's one of those people. 

She tried to help me.  She had me talk to someone who studies technology and security.

He said my phone number was tapped.  Not my phone....but my phone number.  It doesn't matter what phone I have, I'm screwed so long as I keep my number.

My number is really easy to remember.  After ten years, I don't want to lose it.

I don't know what that means outside of my needing a new cell phone, carrier and phone number. I don't know how phone numbers get tapped.

I'm pissed off and tired of the game.

*****

I always thought outcrazying the crazies would protect me somehow. 

It's like puffing yourself up when being charged by an angry bear, you hope being bigger will scare them off.

It doesn't. 

I had hoped acting like a nut-job would scare the nutters off.

I think my acting crazy just encourages the crazy-makers.

*****

I've spent the morning trying to figure out how to protect my new number from being tapped.

I've gotten nowhere.

I've watched video after video and didn't see much that applied to me.

Until I saw this video from a detective agency in Chicago.

It explains the high pitched tones I hear whenever Michael's family is near.

I heard it when I was having lunch with Tom in Arvada back in 2011.

Another time I clearly heard it was when I was eating pizza with Steve in Littleton in 2014.

There have been other times I've heard it.  Each time, I'll look around and see Shannon or Doug.

It would be a sign and a signal to get the heck out of dodge.

I guess that mystery is solved.

I'll post the video below.

Now, I don't know if it matters, I still run into his family in weird places.  They always seem to know what is going on in my life despite my not talking to them in years.  They claim not to be talking to Mike.  I don't know what the heck is going on.  I don't even know that Shannon is dead because she's not listed on the SSA Death Index.  His family is spending a lot of time trying to convince me she is dead, so it makes me wonder if they're lying so I don't continue to investigate the stalking.

This whole thing is stupid.  One would think the people in that family would have better things to do.

Seriously....

******
Three years after our divorce was final, and nine years after referring to me as his ex-wife, he still seems to be in denial of the end of our relationship.  He won't move out.  He won't negotiate.  I am paying all the household bills.  He doesn't pay child support or alimony. 

He won't even get therapy (despite having Medicaid - so it's free.) Therapy helps people get clear on what they want. 

I am trying to get Michael into court to discuss how he's going to pay me back the money he stole, deal with support and custody and be ordered out of the marital home (as he was in 2013).  I don't want to evict him because it'll make it hard for him to get an apartment.  I don't want to get a restraining order because it'll make it hard for him to get a job.

I'm going to try family court first.  I've already spent $3,000 in attorney fees just to get him out.  This is going to be expensive.

If that doesn't work, I'll get the restraining order and eviction. 

I'm quickly learning that cooperative and nice doesn't work with obnoxious people either.

If people aren't living in reality, there isn't much you can do outside of avoiding them.  This may mean selling the house and moving to Mexico.

I'll brush up on my Spanish. 

Love ya,

S.

Enjoy the video.  I guess Shannon and Doug like to shop at ThinkGeek.




Edit:  I'm getting texts from a weird number that reads "Test."

I'm tempted to call the number back and see who it is. 

My life is weird.