Yesterday I was out walking the dogs and the now tall grass grabbed both of my ankles and threw me into a heap.
That is a really good sign that poor, stupid Beth has exhausted her stash of psych meds, and is now self-medicating with Jack Daniel's. Nothing but good can come of that. You can only live for so long on whiskey. Before long, poor, stupid Beth will be fighting with Mom over that jar of bread dough, for something to eat along with the condiment packets. It should be hilarious. Poor, stupid Beth is another DUmmy living the high life in the Oconomy.