Sunday night was the night from hell, starting off with Paul hammering about how bad my housekeeping is.  I said I felt like blowing my brains out; Frieda freaked out, called Bernie, and Bernie talked to her, talked to me and talked to Paul.  She came over, herded us into the back bedroom, and declared, "This is bullshit!"  She insisted Paul and I were neglecting Frieda and she threatened to take Frieda away if something happened again.

From there, things got ugly, fast.  Paul told Bernie that she was no longer welcome at our house, and they got into a shouting match.  Louis came in from his cig and Bernie started yelling at Louis, and Louis started yelling a Bernie.

I called the sheriff at that point.  The sheriff and a deputy came 10 minutes later, and the shouting stopped.  Paul said I have a history of depression and I wanted to blow my brains out.  At that point I was taken into EPC (emergency protective custody) and sent to Mary Lanning in Hastings.

I came back yesterday.  I'm better now.

Nobody better attack my housekeeping.