Lunatic uncle decided to call people to see what they're doing. He indicated that he has to catch up on "pissing off people" since he woke up so late. He added that the combination of Benadryl and Xanax really makes him sleep. [Note: he does not have a prescription for Xanax.]
Sorry, didn't read anything you just wrote. Busy because I'm out of Benadryl and I need to catch up on "pissing off people"! LOL
P.S. What in the WORLD happened to this girl's thumbs? Now I know you didn't do that on no lawn...
Maybe I shouldn't feel bad about not doing anything family today . Glad that you're back at home, safe from enquiring minds.
me: 42 | STBXH: 41 | T: 18 | M: 10 | separation: Jan 3, 2010 | they deserve better: S7 & D4 current thread: http://tinyurl.com/3y8sxcp .: first breathe, then heal, then start LIVING :.
ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS, RR22! BECAUSE IT'S ALL SO TRUE!!
I wish that I had made up the part about his making phone calls to catch up on "pissing off people." In fact, I wish I had made up everything I wrote.
And as for my thumbs--they're just blisters! Blisters covered with Band-Aids! [Granted, they're sushi Band-Aids.] Again, why would I lie about that?? What would lying about that accomplish? Why did I hear, "NOW what have you gone and done?" multiple times on Easter Sunday??
Here's the bright spot--lunatic uncle did not drink a fifth of rum (out of the bottle, no less), stagger around, try to sell his family members a toy train for $200, and talk about how we all crushed his dreams of becoming a professional go-cart driver. But, as they say, Christmas comes but once a year.
flowmom, count your blessings and consider yourself lucky. Maybe you should just feel fortunate that you're not related to these people to whom I happen to be related.
I'm sooo happy to be home. It's been so nice and quiet here. No one has commanded me to sit and stay, deliberately insulted me, made me visibly demonstrate an expression of incredulity, or doubted my credibility about how I got a couple blisters. It's been a delightfully peaceful evening. Just the kind an only child would want. How I love my solitude. On a side note, I hope that one day H understands how an only child loves his/her solitude. He and his brother, two years apart, were all over each other all the time. He doesn't understand wanting time alone. Maybe one day he'll see I'm not completely crazy . . .
As always, luck is with me. [Unfortunately, you cannot actually hear the thick sarcasm I'd use if I spoke these words aloud.]
I noticed some insect activity near my kitchen door late yesterday afternoon, and I don't want any part of that. Not interested in hosting a colony of anything. I got online and requested free inspections from two different pest control companies.
Have I ever mentioned that when it rains, it pours?
Here's the great news:
*I have termites. *I have a small growth of fungus under my house. *I have insulation that needs to be replaced under my house. On the plus side, I'll get a tax credit next year for this one. *I have a gigantic possum living under my house. He has a lustrous coat and an extremely healthy weight from a hearty diet of cat food.
And here's how I'm dealing with it:
*Possum is being removed tomorrow through pest control company's "catch and release" program. Tonight is his going-away party. *Fungus is being killed on Saturday. Moisture barrier is being installed. *Termites will be dealt with as of Saturday, too. Good riddance. *I've financed this operation over 48 months. Apparently they have compassion for the poverty-stricken.
In the next post I make, I'll describe H's reaction to termite/fungus troubles. One word--IRRATIONAL!!
And now for H's reaction to the termite/fungus infestation:
I texted H in the morning to let him know that I'd be having some estimates. After I got the estimates (and signed a contract for services), I texted him to tell him that they had found termites.
He responded, "Well that's one of the things I was gonna do when we moved in but all the money ran out" [I assume he's talking about the small initial sum we got when my mother died. I carelessly frittered this money away on paying for her funeral, the property taxes, and other reckless expenses like the former two.]
I told him that my father (a grown-up who understands this stuff much more than I) had said that it sounded like I needed to have the work done.
H texted, "I had the bug guy come and give a quote and everything but the money didn't last long enough to do it...I'm sure all this stuff your dad feels is my fault cuz I'm the guy but I tried the best I could with what I had"
WHOA! Who said anything like that??
I told H that I don't really remember a guy coming, but it seems vaguely familiar (3 or 4 years ago). I also said that my father didn't think it was his fault. In fact, my father didn't utter a word about it. I then told him that I appreciate all he did to help me and take care of the house.
My father is a man's man, but he's never tried to make my H feel like he's less than a man. What's this talk all about??
Also, I think H has a different recollection than do I of how much or how hard he worked on the house. He's really turned himself into a real workhorse who gave everything his all, all the time. Is rewriting history typical??
Today is going to be a great day. I can just feel it!
The weather is beautiful. There's a Law & Order marathon on TV. I'm wearing a cute new shirt. My flowers are beginning to bloom, and my bulbs are coming up out of the soil. My pot of coffee is almost ready. I'm thinking of getting a pedicure this afternoon. My former stepsister (or sister, for our purposes) is coming over this evening for dinner and some frivolity. The possum is moving out of my home and going to his new home.
And the best news of all? I have my first appointment with a new IC today!
I have taken my visits with my doctor as far as I can, and it's time to expand my horizons and get more specialized help. This IC is a therapist who does individual, marriage, and family counseling. I'm excited but nervous. I feel like I should be studying or making a list of something right now, but she didn't assign me any work when I spoke to her on the phone yesterday. I like work/homework (I'd be a professional student if I could), so maybe she'll assign me some after our appointment today.
I'll post after I return from my exciting afternoon!
. Glad that you're back at home, safe from enquiring minds.
