Brenda's Annual Letter (1999)
We've been rather busy this past year. I've been tied up between home and Houston working with the Areohawke Project, which is in final stages, but has no set release date as of yet. Daddy Harry''s still in jail and still plotting an escape ( and he still doesn't realize he's too stupid to accomplish this.) As for Mama Jackie, he still hasn't had the sex change operation yet.
The kids are still driving me crazier and I'm getting grayer by the minute. Nick and Vanya have been expelled from Lafayette over a molatov cocktail that they claim they had nothing to do with. Now they've been kicked out of military school and I believe their pictures are on wanted posters in every private school in the continental United States. Neither Illya or I know what we're going to do with them now, so I'm currently staying home to try to teach them. I am thoroughly convinced now that if THRUSH were to kidnap them, they'd pay us to take them back.
Antoinette is almost nine now and is experiementing with explosives, so now we're having to keep all the guns, ammo, etc elsewhere as she is now considered to be armed and dangerous to herself and others. She's already tkaen out the library and cafeteria, so now we are currently paying for rebuilding of both buildings (this is being deducted from her trust fund.)
Tatiana is now five as of last July and has started Kindergarten. Her first day was horrible (to hear her explain), but she is gradually adjusting and isn't sitting in the corner as much. She's not kicking other kids near as much, either and we've weaned her off carrying around that old communicator pen (and would you believe it's drool-proof? It still works.)
Needless to say, all this has us running constantly. Illya has reserved a room on the Psyche ward at Bellvue, where he is planning to hibernate right after Christmas. It's definitely a trip, but things could be worse. I could have my sister's family. At least my husband hasn't forgotten our wedding anniversary (yet, anyway.) Hope your millenium as a blast. My only hope is that things will start calming down in the coming year.
Until next year . . .
Brenda DeBeauharnais Kuryakin
