I was attempting to enjoy a late dinner...

with my beloved. SWSNBN showed up all nice and surly with cash in hand. She had the fiance with her and boy, did he look uncomfortable.
"I'll pay for the damn door." She said. "Write me a receipt. I brought cash, I figured you wouldn't take a check."
I shrugged.
She counted it out in an exaggerated fashion. Maricel looked as if she was on the verge of laughing hysterically.
"Fair enough." I found a receipt pad and wrote her out one marked paid in full. Then I pulled box with the earrings out of a drawer and tossed it to her. "Found something."
She opened them and let out a genuine sigh of relief. "I told you they were here."
"You didn't put them up in the basement ceiling, did you?" I asked. "Cause that's where they were."
"I thought I put them in that freaky little cubby in the bathroom." She said. "Or in the back of the linen closet."
"No valuable comic books with them?" I said.
"Huh?" SWSNBN said.
"Never mind. "Have a nice wedding, skip the B & E, 'kay?"
"Screw you." She said.
"You're welcome." I said.
She frowned. "Thanks for finding them. I guess you were looking for them."
Krypto darted out from wherever she was lounging and decided to climb up SWSNBN's pants. SWSNBN doesn't like cats. They scare her. Her fiance was more comfortable with animals, he actually picked up Krypto and said. "Cute. Hon, it's a kitten."
SWSNBN was not amused. She did inquire after Brian, though. I guess that was nice of her.

I tried to talk to Weezer...

But he's way freaking out of it. I just wanted some kind of confirmation that he was the one who put the the book in the ceiling. But I couldn't even get a blink. I'm really worried about him. Breathing is kind of important. I feel like I never really took the asthma seriously. Of course, the asthma isn't all of it. He's screwed around with his body eighteen ways to Sunday (as Grandpa likes to say) His heart is messed up and I know his brain is scrambled. I've been watching him get progressively dumber for years and it hasn't been pretty. We all know what's wrong with, we always have, but nobody's ever been able to figure out what to do about it. I feel very tired...

I didn't open it...

It's not mine or at least I don't think it is. I don't like people in my stuff, so I probably shouldn't get in anybody else's. Suck! Ellen's going to check to find out if the book has been reported missing anywhere. I looked around on-line and didn't see any mention of it. If there had been, I would remember. But if something of mine worth that much money went missing, I don't know as if I'd want that getting around. You could get some ransom demands. Yeah, that book is that rare and that valuable. So I think I'll just trot on over to the bank and put it in my safe deposit box before I open up the store. So if you're looking for it, don't bother.