F Your A
Hmm ... not quite right. I've picked up, via R, her boss's habit of saying F Your I, instead of FYI, or for your information. But this is more for your amusement. Or mine. Or it's not funny at all.
When I was ranting about the ILs the other day, I forgot this part. Every year since 1981, the MIL asks me what the girls want for Christmas, and this year is no exception. For the last ten years or so, I send them links from the girls' Amazon wish lists. They then buy as much or as little as they want, who cares. This year, after I did that, the FIL decided for some reason that he was not going to buy from Amazon, so the MIL was trying to decode the links to see what the gifts were. (Didn't occur to either of them to click on the link to see what it was.) No Amazon is nothing to him, as he does none of the shopping, so this was a make-work project for the MIL, I guess, who has one barely functioning knee. So, good decision on his part. And then she told me today it turned out she already had enough for them so didn't need my links after all. Uh huh.
He called earlier, told me his entire reason for calling, then asked for the Hubs so he could tell him. The Hubs and I, you may recall, watch TV in separate rooms and he has no phone extension. So I brought him the phone, he talked to his dad, and then brought the phone back to me, saying his mom wanted to talk to me. And when she was done, guess what? Dad wanted to talk to the Hubs again, so it's once more throwing off the blanket, and so on. Hey, guess who's getting real old?
It's about twenty after midnight and I am up as a pup. No reason, except the sore neck does make it hard to find a comfy position. I've texted with R, who is currently between flights in Salt Lake City. So she's fine, and K is staying over at R's tonight to keep the cat company (or to get away from me, either way) and I really want to sleeeeeep because my alarm is going to ring in five hours and twenty minutes.
Hey, maybe I just couldn't sleep because I knew I hadn't posted today and that you would miss me so. Well, this was it. I'm going to try to sleep again.
WATCHING MERMAID GIRL :: ENTRY #1938
READING: Slam by Nick Hornby
Well thank you. Now I can go to bed. hehe.
ReplyDeleteYes, I would miss you. But I also have a gift suggestion.
ReplyDeleteYou get a phone with TWO cordless units. Then you leave one near your husband -- wherever he wants to be -- and keep one yourself. You shouldn't have to get up every time.
Maybe get one for your in-laws too, although I am sure you would have to activate it for them. But, in comparison to some other solutions, these things are comparatively inexpensive.
Your Stew Leonard's IS a wine store. Apparently they are having permit problems and can't get cleared to open the grocery store part. (Betcha Trader Joe's has a little something to do with that.)
ReplyDeleteFunnily since we live very near where R went to school it's closer to go to CT than my old stomping grounds in Paramus. Odd how living on one end of a small county or another can make all the difference in how far 'far' is. ~LA