Congrats on the job, Rigs, and I heartily endorse the trout for MIL and TH. Then again, TH having spilled the beans might explain MIL’s more than usually cunty behavior toward you… That’s really shitty of him to have broken your agreement, especially since it puts your kids at risk for extra heartache. If you ever do get into a knockdown dragout with him, please feel free to add a slap across the chops from me. Maybe it’s just time to tell the kids, get it out in the open and get it over with. Once it’s a fait accompli and out in the light of day things will progress better and you might even find it’s better for your headspace not having to keep the secret any longer.
Tigs–ow, ow, OW! That sucks, sure hope it gets better. Poor thing…
Haze, u funneh!
Mahna[sup]2[/sup], you go girl!
Brrr, snowbunny, I’ve never had to use a block heater before–that must be DAMNED cold over there! Yeesh… :eek:
Well, it rained real good last night, got everything all lovely and icy and now it’s pouring snow again! I’m seeing about an inch out there and no end in sight. The weather advisory says this should continue all day long, yay. All I have to say is that Himself scored the perfect job at the perfect time–working from home in this kind of weather is the cat’s meow, the bee’s knees and THE TITS, all at once! My daughter took the day off today because she has bronchitis again–I don’t know where she got those bargain basement sale lungs, but she and Grandboy both have lots of sucky respiratory issues. Poor things…
The stew I made yesterday was fabulously nommy–a combo of beef and lamb, tons of onions, NOT, baby carrots, chunky crimini mushrooms, all served with lovely fresh baguette to mop up the gravy. As stew tends to do, it grew on me so there’s about a half a ton of leftovers, which we are both SO upset about! 
I think if I can get Himself to finish off doing the dishes he half did yesterday I will make some cashew butter cookies. I bet the promise of cookies will light a fire under his butt to get those done, since my cookie sheets are all dirty. No cookie sheets, no cookies! Method to my madness, y’see…
All you sickies get mo’ bettah now, y’heah? Dumps gigantic vat of chicken soup into the MMP and follows it with a bucket of Vitamin C tabs And all of us dealing with inclement weather, stay warm, and all of you with the 80 degree temps can lick my hairy–well, you can figure out the rest of that! 