Sage: LOL, Limboland sucks! No maps available, compasses don't work there, scary things jump out of the trees, mates look the same but act like Jack Nicholson, and evil flying monkeys sing "OEYOW EEOOW" and spy for the BUTT UGLY witch of the East!
Well Ding Dong, the Witch was out-witched. Thanks to a Michele & all my Piecing friends, I did find my way out of Limboland. There's no place like home!
T2ForNow: Other than the finger present, things are pretty much low in the Drama Department. Here's an example:
{Tal grabs his laundry bag and proceeds to put the dirty cloths in the laundry basket in the bedroom.} Wolfie: Don't do that, I can wash my own cloths seperately. Tal: Why? Wolfie: Because the boys always steal my socks. I've had the same socks for six months now and haven't had to buy any new ones. Tal: They don't steal your socks out of the laundry, they steal your clean socks out of your drawers after I've washed them and put them away. Wolfie: Yeah, I guess...why would they steal dirty socks? Nevermind, I guess I just got used to doing my own laundry. Tel: Well if it makes you feel any better, we can take turns doing both of our laundry. Wolfie: OK.
Shiny: yeah, the finger present was a very nice touch. I snuck over to show it to my folks last night & my dad said, "it's about damn time". It kind of cracks me up, Wolfie is full of fret about planning things: where do we have the wedding and how soon do we have to book the place, what colors, what will we wear, what music, etc. Funny.
Water: Dispite his words & actions sometimes, I knew that, deep down he didn't want to end it. My job was to make coming home an easier thing to do.
Anybody can get into the grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side thinking. It's a whole different thing when you find yourself on the otherside looking back at a warm, lit-up house with your family inside.
I'm sure that newness and excitement has it's draws, but I guess we shouldn't underestimate the pull of the comfort of the familiar and being welcomed back into that warm home surrounded by family that loves you. __________________________ Just rambling & in a silly, sentimental mood.
Well, Ok. I'm not particulary proud of some of the things I've said in the early parts..
especially when I was trying to find a house to drop on the Evil BUTT UGLY Witch of the East!
I am very thankful that I was able to vent here, with people who understood what I was going through. It probably kept me from committing a few, um, henious acts!
You crack me up!!! I love the flying monkey visual. And the Jack Nicholson...wow, you must have seen my H a time or two! The "Here's Johnny" scene from The Shining comes to mind!! hehe
Glad things are working out.
On a selfish note... I just got here and while I'm thrilled the wicked witch is dead, but stick around for awhile to see what other wild and crazy things come up in the land of Limbo.
My H and I just had nearly the same laundry thing.
What's up with the don't touch my clothes stuff? My H never washed a single thing he owned UNTIL he got his own place and started using a laundromat...now he acts like he'll get cooties if his stuff mixes with ours. TO WEIRD.
And wow Tal:
Quote: Anybody can get into the grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side thinking. It's a whole different thing when you find yourself on the otherside looking back at a warm, lit-up house with your family inside.
Heck if I know what the big deal is about the laundry. Maybe next we'll get to the whole issue of whether or not to keep thier toothbrushes in the same holder as ours. WEIRD isn't it?
Sigh...this has always been the kind of issues that we had before. No wonder I always felt like he always had one foot out the door!
Well--I'm in Arizona on business, but managing to get online occasionally. So many posts, it's hard to keep up on everything, much less reply.
I loved your description of LimboLand. It really is as you described. I seem to have established residency there, so, I've decided to run for Mayor. That is, unless I am awarded MY pass out of funky town. If elected, I intend to round up all those evil flying monkeys and ship them to the "White House".
