Oh my goodness. I had no clue that would cause so much pain either, I’m happy it wasn’t anything more serious.
Oh, ick. I can feel a temp drop in our bedroom but it isn’t any where nearly as bad as that. I’ve long admired two story homes and thought how nice it would be to sit upstairs with coffee to watch the morning start.
Then I remember that stairs need to be vacuumed and stuff must be carried up and down the stairs and stop wishing I had a home like that because I’m super lazy and I like living on one level.
We went to a Christmas party today at a lovely home with a sunken living room and a sunken bedroom (I noticed that on my way to the powder room, not because we were partying in there. I am a retired floozy after all!) I would hate to live somewhere like that because I would kill myself falling into the bedroom. They had a super nice wrap around porch that I admired, except it also had steps as it swept around the corners of the house.
Flat walking surfaces are much safer for klutzes with cats.
Snert!!! Our last produce box had a mess of string beans so I volunteered to bring string bean casserole to the potluck today. We aren’t fans of string beans so GG has never been exposed to them in the past. Today I started snapping the beans to cook and GG asked me for one. He’s learned kitchen manners, he can’t reach across the counter for something, he has to sit on his butt and touch my arm with his paw so I will show whatever I have to him. When I showed him the green bean, he tried to take it out of my hand so I put it on the floor for him.
He killed it in the kitchen, he killed it in the living room, VCB helped him chase it into the laundry room and then out the kitty door into the catio. I could hear a lot of ruckus happening out there and that string bean had managed to get to the top of the kitty tree and was standing GG off by virtue of wiggling around as GG pounded up and down the tree.
Imma going to have to remember to buy him a green bean once in a while, he had so much fun.
Speaking of which…according to the interwebs, you need 14 beans to make 1 cooked cup. If I ever saw someone counting out beans at the grocery store, I would offer them some money so they could afford to buy all the beans they wanted because obviously someone who was counting beans must be much poorer than me!
Your BIL sounds so much like our crazy friend during his last year. He didn’t like where he was when he was in good places and made so much fuss that he kept getting kicked out so he had to get not good places which didn’t last long at all. The last place he got kicked out of was going to bus him to a homeless shelter in Phx because he had run out of all of his options (he got almost 3500 in disability and SSA, he wasn’t destitute). It was not good.
I’m glad you, FCD and MIL have washed your hands of him, there is nothing you can do to make things better for BIL now. His mind is made up so now it is all waiting.
Hurray for MIL gaining weight, can TX SIL stay for a couple of months?
They aren’t bad. I got mine back in July along with my whooping cough renewal. The waiting around for the shot giver was worse than the shot or after effects (I can’t remember any, so they must not have been bad…I am a weenie who remembers owies).
Nah! We never do that, LOL!!!
It is so much fun reading your posts about them, it is pretty obvious that you are smitten and puppy love is so cute 
VERY nice, I hope you have a great time!!
Oh yeah, now is certainly the best time of the year to have something shipped! I’m blaming AI for that one.
60 weight oil usually does the trick in you are into motorheads.
So back to the party. This year hubs thought he would like to do the white elephant exchange at the very last minute and also expected me to come up with something for him to bring. This is because he really is clueless about this sort of thing due to never being an office worker.
I went to the big thrift store and bought a large stemmed wine glass that was decorated with xmas trees, then bought some fancy chocolates to fill it. That was the gift that got stolen the most
I won a lovely tablecloth that I would never use and traded it for a coffee gift card. Hubs got an immersion blender and just seemed really confused about the whole process but agreed that he would do it again for the party next week.
Sadly, after the wine started flowing, everyone wanted to talk politics. I noped right out of that, no reason to get upset at a bunch of ignorant trumpies and hubs was all peopled out so we left.
That part made me sad, everyone was having fun and talking plants and cats and grands and suddenly that fat orange elephant stomped in and ruined everything.
Let us know what you discover.