My windows are open again

Hi....it's me.....Annie Grace....
I have new screens. Yes.....new window screens. It has made my hourly overture of the neighborhood a tad clearer. Every morning she opens ONE window for me proclaiming that it's still not warm enough and we are not wasting heat. She thinks I sit all day watching but the minute she walks out the door....I sleep. Tonight when she got home with a very beaten look on her face I grow fearful. THAT LOOK.....beaten and broken...even her eyeliner is askew. I know what's coming next....fermented grape juice in a goblet and a hourly lecture on the insane people in real estate. I instantly hop up in front of the screen pretending that I just LOVE it and use it all day. Now she follows me and puts her face way too close to mine. "Oh Annie....what are you looking at?" she asks me. I just turn my head and stick my eyes really close to hers and peer. I am looking at all the church people who park in front of our house on Saturday evenings and EARLY Sunday mornings, and apparently catholics are door slammers. Loud door slammers. With every car door slamming .....it rattles my nerves. I watch them silently sending them a telepathic message.... close your car doors QUIETLY. One more thing...they quickly rush to church (always late which I am confused about.....is the service NOT always at the same time?????) and quickly rush out driving 85 MPH to leave the holy zone. Now that the mass is over and 5 people barely made it off the street without being run over by 85 MPH crazy people I have no diversion. It is just me....and her. So.....Mommy Dearest... how was your day? I asked while putting in my pink ear plugs. (She has no idea.)
"Oh Annie......it was so crazy and two buyers backed out of a sales agreement." I only have one plug in so I actually hear this. What does "back out" mean? I asked. "It's a term all real estate agents use when they have no idea what just happened and can not do anything about it and basically....the buyers were crazy anyway." she tells me while admiring her new pedicure and sipping fermented grape juice. I did notice the pedicure but chose to not bring it up as...the broken weary look makes her....well....volitile. I get very still and halt putting in the other ear plug. What will happen to us? Two deals gone bad? Can you buy Sheba-Duck Flavored with Food Stamps? Now I am nervous. So I put in the other plug and ignore her. She is still talking and now I just am mesmerized by her mouth moving loaded with Lancome Lip Gloss. (It was free....don't worry...I asked.) As she is talking and her hands are moving like helicopter propellers I feign interest by just sitting. Paws perfectly aligned and tail swishing in timely fashion. After about 45 minutes I can not possible take any more boredom so I ask her what she has planned for us in the event the Swine Flue comes here. This clearly will occupy her all night and I can go sleep. It is exhausting being me.