Another girl joins us.

Let's see....I need a couple more fake names. Let's call the Miss E's current foster mom Annabelle. She also does respite for Mandy quite often. This weekend I have Jackie and she has two other girls, one of whom I shall call Nancy. (That means she has four girls at her house this weekend: Miss E; the compulsive eater; Nancy; and another girl.)

Mandy just called. Annabelle has to get rid of Nancy, could I take her?

I'm a little unclear on the details. They were at the Y, Nancy was refusing to go home with Annabelle or behave in an acceptable fashion. If she came over she would be on total restriction: no cell phone; no Internet; no calls on our phones; no going outside the house.

I asked Jackie what she thought and she was thrilled. She really likes Nancy (which is surprising considering how much she has been complaining about the other girls at Mandy's). She would more than happy to share her bedroom with her. They could pull up a twin mattress from one of the boys' bunks and have a wonderful time.

So I said okay. Hubby was running errands and did not answer his cell phone. I never agree to respites without asking him first, but he always says "yes" so I figured he would this time too. When I did finally get ahold of him he was okay with it.

And THEN Jackie said, "How long before she gets here?"

"I'm not sure. As soon as Annabelle can get her here I imagine."

"You should put away your cutting thing." (The rotary cutter I use for cutting fabric. It's a lot like a pizza cutter -- a very sharp round blade on a stick.)

"Why?"

"Nancy is a cutter. She's the one I found asleep, covered in blood."

Oh great.

So now all my knives, razors, and cutting tools are in the lock box.

Mandy says that I have no idea how much she loves me right now.

I bet it's a LOT.