To getting a move in order. This evening: sort, pack, find stuff for the garage sale. This week: while getting sale stuff together, try to get the house under control so a real estate person can come visit. Next week: more of the same, until baseball starts again next Wednesday. At that time, everything comes to a screeching halt.
MIL is finally moved. We survived her near-tears over the phone bill (that monologue went on for five miles of dirt road), the self-demeaning comments she made about herself all afternoon, and finally, the veiled accusation that after we brought her car back here to sell, she'd never see a dime of the money. My voice got a little loud at that one. She backed down and said, "Well, I'm just not thinking straight." That's her thing when someone stands calls her game: I'm ignorant; I don't know about these things; I'm not thinking straight.
We were on our way out the door when she started in on Hubby: You never caaaaallll me. Hubby said he wanted to respond, "OK, what do you want me to call you?" Always the joker!
We got back in time for the ball game where I won DD's favorite player's jersey at a silent auction. Following the game was a fireworks show - always worth sticking around for that!
We got back in time for the ball game where I won DD's favorite player's jersey at a silent auction. Following the game was a fireworks show - always worth sticking around for that!
3 comments:
Oh my goodness! Moms. Kids. Oy! I'll bet Laurel was ecstatic over that jersey! You are a good mom, my dear! Is she framing it for her wall?
I hope you get all the packing done without going nuts. Great fireworks photos!
I won an autographed baseball card on ebay today. We'll collect a few items and then fix them in one of those shadow box thingies.
It was fun taking the pics, but Hubby kept laughing (he's a kid when it comes to fireworks) and shaking the seats, so a lot were wiggly.
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