The little bitch is going to jail. Into the tank, new fish, they're gonna LOVE your happy ass.
180 days in county (with good behavior, 90). Not a complete victory like I'd hoped, but at least she didn't just get probation. Believe me, with all the other stuff she was doing, she's lucky she only got caught for what she did.
Which also means she'll be in jail while I'm in Florida. I told dad I was thinking of sending her a postcard saying, "Wish you were here." He thought that was funny. Mom did not. Mom's a stick in the mud. Mom also thinks it's just a joke. Dad doesn't. He's not trying to talk me out of it, though.
There'll be a next time. No way there won't be. This is twice she's gotten a milder sentence than she should have. Third time just might be the charm that puts her away for a nickel or more. All I can do is wait.
But until then...GIMME A HOAGIE!!! NO, MAKE THAT TWO!!!