do i have a kid or don't i?

That is the question my unemployment check needs to answer.  The last few days, I have been sending emails back and forth with mrs. squirrel.  She claims that she and "junior" moved out to California.  She needs the money because although "junior" (she won't tell me his name, because she doesn't think I should contact him) has a part-time job as a model - it isn't paying all the bills.  I know this isn't much information for a post, nor particularly entertaining - but I want to stay in touch with you my REAL friends, loyal blog readers, and this situation with mrs. squirrel is occupying all my energy, and isn't progressing very fast. Why isn't SHE working? But oh no, I can't ask that, god forbid she gets her lazy @$$ off the...nevermind, I am not going to start that again...where I have left it with her is - I have told mrs. squirrel that I need PROOF that "junior" exists, is alive, and then we can continue this discussion, until then - she and he don't exist.  I need a nap.  Cali-F-ing-ornia.  Unbelievable.  My Miss-is Squirrel...I wonder what she is wearing right now, or not wearing, or partially wearing, kind of barely on, but mostly off, and she's tired, but not too tired, and she looks at me and I know.      Okay, now I need a nap.