Ambulance . . . hmmmm . . . something poetically just about your husband's new job. Sort of like he's carrying you away from the scene of a tragedy. Plural. Here's hoping recuperation and rehab go very well. And who knows? Perhaps one day, enough healing will have occurred to initiate détente.
You have no idea, last night she threw a fit at dinner and slammed things, my dad walked away and shouted from upstairs for her to stop talking, she told my husband to "Hush" when he tried to intervene... Over frozen broccoli. She said she hated frozen broccoli. I said nothing. She said when you eat frozen broccoli, you need a knife. I got up and got knives. I was pissed. I said nothing. She laughed at me. "It's not that big of a deal." "Then why are you still talking about it?" "I just don't like frozen broccoli." "I think it would be nice if a meal could go by where you don't have something negative to say."
Today, she started shouting because I put her clothes in the dryer so I could use the washing machine. She was concerned that my dad's shirts would get wrinkled. I said a) the dryer had just finished, the clothes hadn't been sitting for more than a few minutes, b) I would iron them if they were wrinkled and c) I thought I was doing her a favor by putting them in the dryer, sorry. "I don't mind ironing them." "They shouldn't HAVE to be ironed. Yes, Alexis, it's a BIG DEAL." No, it's not. I'm sorry, but there is no universe where wrinkled shirts are a big deal, especially not universes where irons exist, especially not universes where irons exist and shirts aren't actually wrinkled.
James did that from heaven, I just know he did. I told him about your living conditions (locking the freezer!) and he couldn't believe it. Happy Dance!!!!
Looking at a place today - we have the means to be out this week, it's just a matter of how a lease is able to be written up mid-month. I'm so relieved. Nathaniel's just texted me from work to say he's having a great time. His first patient was three doors down from a friend of ours. Yay!
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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lovelylizard says,
So happy for you! Congrat to you both and Constantine too!Believe says,
Pop the champagne and pack a box.Dean6805 says,
WOO HOO!!! Congratulations!NumbrOneAunt says,
YAAAAAAAY! grinning from ear to ear!catsmeow says,
Get packin'!jl333 says,
Well thank God!marymc says,
YAY! YIPPPEEEEE!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!!Staraj says,
Ambulance . . . hmmmm . . . something poetically just about your husband's new job. Sort of like he's carrying you away from the scene of a tragedy. Plural. Here's hoping recuperation and rehab go very well. And who knows? Perhaps one day, enough healing will have occurred to initiate détente.ShellDeFelice says,
So so happy for your beautiful little family. Project Egypt Exodus begins!!!!Wench says,
You have no idea, last night she threw a fit at dinner and slammed things, my dad walked away and shouted from upstairs for her to stop talking, she told my husband to "Hush" when he tried to intervene... Over frozen broccoli. She said she hated frozen broccoli. I said nothing. She said when you eat frozen broccoli, you need a knife. I got up and got knives. I was pissed. I said nothing. She laughed at me. "It's not that big of a deal." "Then why are you still talking about it?" "I just don't like frozen broccoli." "I think it would be nice if a meal could go by where you don't have something negative to say."Today, she started shouting because I put her clothes in the dryer so I could use the washing machine. She was concerned that my dad's shirts would get wrinkled. I said a) the dryer had just finished, the clothes hadn't been sitting for more than a few minutes, b) I would iron them if they were wrinkled and c) I thought I was doing her a favor by putting them in the dryer, sorry. "I don't mind ironing them." "They shouldn't HAVE to be ironed. Yes, Alexis, it's a BIG DEAL." No, it's not. I'm sorry, but there is no universe where wrinkled shirts are a big deal, especially not universes where irons exist, especially not universes where irons exist and shirts aren't actually wrinkled.
We're leaving - we're leaving - we're leaving - we're leaving - we're leaving.
DynamicDbytheC says,
James did that from heaven, I just know he did. I told him about your living conditions (locking the freezer!) and he couldn't believe it. Happy Dance!!!!Wench says,
Thank you, James!!!DynamicDbytheC says,
Starj, I think there is a six there. "Wench rushed from scene of tragedy."catsmeow says,
Maybe James fixed my van, too. Just got word it'll be ready Friday, ahead of schedule and under budget.Staraj says,
Or perhaps this one, DDC:The siren sings: The Grateful Escape.
accidentaltourist says,
I am so very thrilled for you. Let your life begin and grow in bliss.Staraj says,
As for you, catsmeow . . .Take the road less travelled best.
Vaya con Dios.
MO_Thoughts2 says,
Doing the happy dance for you !!catsmeow says,
I bet Wench is doing a darn good happy dance of her own! You can almost see it in her writing.Wench says,
Oh a happy dance is happening. Plus, it's karaoke night! =Plillybrook says,
YAY!!! Sing it loud!Mourningdove says,
Yea! So very happy for you!KharisJo says,
Great news, congratulations. Another home should hopefully be coming soon :)Level1 says,
Can you be out by Saturday?canadafreeze says,
Woot! Woot! Let your life begin ...Wench says,
Looking at a place today - we have the means to be out this week, it's just a matter of how a lease is able to be written up mid-month. I'm so relieved. Nathaniel's just texted me from work to say he's having a great time. His first patient was three doors down from a friend of ours. Yay!TheAngstyPoet says,
Thank goodness!!! I am so happy for you, Wench!!!!JAD says,
Happy house hunting!