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Bree was so cute today, really too cute beyond words. We had a great time trick or treating today. I was right; Bree didn't make it beyond three houses, but she loved every minute of it. The second house we went to had a cute little white dog dressed as Santa Claus. Bree was so charmed by the dog that Nash wondered aloud if we should get one ... I told him our new house mate Jared would love that. Maybe we can potty train the dog in Jared's room.
I'm so excited about Bree's first Halloween with us, her mommy and daddy finally together! I found this adorable bumble bee outfit that is also warm and comfortable. I'm taking the afternoon off so I can join Bree and Nash in trick or treating. Because Bree is still so young, I doubt we'll get beyond three houses, but just seeing the wonder on her face will be worth it. An early night would be best anyway since I still have yet to pack for our trip to Texas. Thank god Jared is busy with Sarah; at least he won't be home to spoil my daughter's Halloween.
Dad stopped by today to tell us that Grandpa's last will and testament will be read at his ranch in Texas. While I'm excited to see the ranch and to show it to Bree and Nash, I hate that Grandpa won't be there. This reminds me that Jared really is small peanuts (as Roxanne would say) compared to what really matters in life: family. Jared is just a guy trying to antagonize me over some misguided feeling of retribution. I'm looking forward to spending a few days away in the relative peace and quiet of Buchanan Ranch.
Speaking of spending time away, according to Natalie, Mom seemed awfully evasive on the phone. I wonder what's keeping her in Paris? Can't be the French cuisine or the art ... I wonder if it's a guy?
I'm so looking forward to a quiet night with Nash. Bree is sleeping and Jared stormed out of here faster than I could say, "Boo!" Looks like Phase 2: Operation Toddler worked! The look on his face when he saw his precious laptop smeared with jelly was priceless! He may be returning tonight, but it won't be long before he moves out. I know it.
Natalie's attitude worries me a little. She seems a little too ... upset...about Jared's date with Sarah. I don't like it either, but Sarah's a big girl and can take care of herself. She'll realize soon enough what a opportunist jerk Jared is. If I didn't know better, Natalie seems to protest too much.
Jared doesn't know this yet, but he's about to be evicted--by his own self! We can't ask him to leave because as Jared pointed out, he owns the place, but we can make him see that this isn't his home. If Jared wants a war, he's got one! Did you see the look on his face today when he stumbled out of the bedroom, blinking in the bright light to find Nash and I grooving to loud music? Or when Boo and Melba challenged him to a poker game? Today's just the tip of the ice berg ... wait until Jared sees Phase 2! I'm so sure Phase 2 will work that Natalie doesn't have to worry about offering Jared's job back.
That's what I call Jared. No one can be this messy. I know he's doing this intentionally. He's been living here for a day and already, Nash and I can barely see the floor! Jared had the nerve to ask me to make him a turkey club after I found sandwich crusts under the couch. I told him I would when hell freezes over and if he was really hungry, he could eat his leftovers from the floor!
Or should I say, "cottage-mate." Jared thinks he can move right in and we'll give him whatever he wants. Well, I'm not letting him near Natalie or B.E., so we'll just have to find a way to beat him at his own game. It's clear that me going to jail won't totally satisfy Jared; he wants a piece of this family. Nash doesn't want me to do jail time, unless it's a last resort. I don't care, I just want Jared out of my life!
Jared once again shows he has some nerve. Natalie finally fired his ass from B.E. Enterprises, but then he barges in, and ruins our breakfast to announce that he owns the vineyard. Damn 51 percent. I bet Nash isn't thinking he's such a good business partner after all! I'm glad Jared is no longer taking advantage of Natalie and I'm through with his games. If I have to do some jail time, so be it. I've been through much worse than a revenge seeking bitter kid like Jared. I'm sorry he fell victim to one of Tess' stupid pranks, but taking out his need for compensation on my family is the last straw. If he wants me to pay, then send me to jail already!
And on the small, irritating side, Nash and I still missed Timbaland, but he did manage to score me a cool shirt. :)
I shouldn't complain because I'm the one who applied the brakes to seeing Timbaland at Capricorn, but secretly, I'm really bummed. I love Timbaland and seeing him in Capricorn would've been the highlight of the week, but I know staying home was the right thing to do. We need to be sensitive to Antonio and if that means putting a crimp in our social lives, so be it. Nash, of course, took it to mean we should draw a line down the middle of town, our side and Antonio's side. I told him later that this means we'll probably hang out more at Ultraviolet ... it's too bad they haven't had a good band in there since Lifehouse.
It's been very calm and quiet on the home front--spooky quiet. I'm not complaining, but suspicious. Can you blame me? I haven't seen Jared for days, but I know he's around. The question is: what the hell is he up to? Nash hasn't really seen him, which means Nash can run the winery the way he wants. Natalie, however, has been MIA and I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts that she's dealing with Jared at work. The little I have spoken to her pretty much indicated she has had it up to HERE with Jared. I couldn't get the whole story with all the yelling and the exasperation, but Natalie said something about her supervisor Jim, a neck massage, some quarterly report and strangling Jared. My sister is a trouper; she's taking the brunt of Jared Banks, which leaves Nash and me in the clear, but sooner or later, we'll have to deal with him. I'm going to use this time to formulate a plan: Get Rid of Jared Banks. And I might have an idea ...
