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Cast of Characters
9:28 p.m. - Thursday, Sept. 18, 2003
Last updated 12-08-2004
Juli: That would be me. Forty-something, self-confessed computer junkie, nature lover, cat lover, dog lover. Lesbian with a capital L. Recovering boozer, recovering smoker.
Ms., aka my better half: My mate, the love of my life. The person I allowed to uproot me from my big city life. She spoils me rotten and in return I worship the ground she walks on...
Bonnie: My best friend. Works for Ms., aka my better half. Born in Wisconsin, moved here from Georgia shortly after we did. We do almost everything together.
The Kid: A teenage boy. Son of Ms., aka my better half's sister, a known drug addict. Unable/unwilling to raise her children herself, they are all either with their fathers, grown, or being raised by relatives like us. We have high hopes for him.
Kelly: My mom. She's a lung cancer survivor who recently chucked her life in LA for the quiet of an Arizona valley.
Carl: My dad. He moved to a beautiful resort area in Oregon. If he just stays put, I’ll have my winter ski accommodations in the bag forever.
Crack•Ho: Biological mother of The Kid. Supposedly in recovery since the Summer of 2001. Yeah, then why is she acting all guilty like she’s still a crack ho.
Sperm•Donor: Biological father of The Kid. Another druggie, ex-con, probably soon to be con again. Currently whining about the state wanting upwards of 10K in back child support as he’s never spent a dime on The Kid. Hell, he’s never even met The Kid.
The Evil mother in law from Hell: Mother of Ms., aka my better half:, Crack•Ho: and a drug dealer to be named later. I hate the bitch.
The rescue animals:
Dallas: My dog. She’s a mix of Black Labrador Retriever and Beagle. Looks all Lab, acts all Lab, gets her small stature from the beagle. You can probably find a smarter dog, but not one more loyal.
Maverick: My dog. She’s a mix of Border Collie and Beagle. Looks all Border, acts all Border, gets her talent for finding termites from the beagle. You can’t find a smarter dog, nor one more stubborn. She is aptly named.
Elmo: My cat. He’s a Domestic Shorthair (uh, mutt, that’s it, he’s a mutt). Black and white tuxedo cat. Thinks he’s a dog. No, really.
Stray Cat Strut: Commonly known as Struts. She’s my cat. She’s a Domestic Shorthair (uh, mutt, that’s it, she’s a mutt). Black and white, the reverse of Elmo. Knows she’s a cat. Formerly feral.
Darwin: She’s my cat. She’s an American Longhair (uh, mutt, that’s it, she’s a mutt). Grey and white. Knows she’s a cat. Only surviving kitten from Struts’ winter 2002 litter.
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