24 Hrs. to go!
MIL flies home tomorrow. The week has gone by very well, thanks to my negotiating skills.
I told her if she promises to stop moving my shit around, I'd let her out of the shed.
If that makes me a softie, so be it.
I told her if she promises to stop moving my shit around, I'd let her out of the shed.
If that makes me a softie, so be it.
posted by Berry at 1:09 PM
5 Comments:
Well, did you let her out? Did she have your golf clubs in there and surprise you with a swing? Oh oh, you okay?
I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, Dale.
I have, however, lost the following items: a large comb I like to leave in the shower; my can opener; my collection of cheap flip-flops that usually clutter the entrance.
Clearly, I had not chosen the "correct" location to leave these items, and they were moved to a "more appropriate" place... somewhere in my home.
I have managed to locate all the other moved items, and put them back in their proper places (with a few dramatic sighs for effect). I hope to find my flip-flops before the end of summer.
I don't think you're being a softie. Unless of course you've actually been feeding her while she was out there.
I suppose you could roll some cans of ravioli under the door, and say "I'm sorry I don't have anything to open it with... I must have MISPLACED it somewhere."
Or a good swing with a sock full of pennies might do the trick. I can't tell you how much I love it when the people touch my stuff. Sighing is important.
now you seen....looking at it all wrong. she was trying to improve your natural hunting instincts.
a scavenger hunt if you will.
and look...you're getting better!
send her a note...let her know you enjoyed the hunt.
hahahaha
Post a Comment
<< Home