Amy just called and said that the Carbuncle has decided that he is not going to do the things that he verbally agreed to. She is very upset and mad. Worse case scenario, she gives in and walks away. Honestly, what a mean spirited, liar and a cheater. I know, I keep thinking karma, karma, karma. And then I had a thought.......she should just tell the Carbuncle that then she just wants to stay married and leave apart. Let him stew on that.
In all the middle of this, I am cleaning out the kitchen pantry. And, it is just like everything else. And, I opened, recycled and trashed. One giant black trash bag for recycling and one kitchen trash bag for trash. And no matter how much you take out and how much space you think you gain, there is no extra space. Why is that?
I do have one Mom story. Yesterday, we were all ready to go to Mr. Fischer's funeral (a classmate of Dad's). As we were going out the door, I asked if she had her ID ( I have learned my lesson of not having ID and going to the Academy!) and, No, she didn't. Which started the great search. It turns out that it was my fault because I moved all of her purses upstairs and that since I took her ladder away from her, it was also my fault that it was difficult for her to put them on the top shelf of the closet.
I went through all bags, purses, drawers, etc. and found no ID - and I mean no drivers license and no military ID.
I did remain calm and nice. I got her to sit and relax. Gave her a glass of wine. Told her that all it meant was that we were not supposed to go to the funeral. And that it would be ok.
And it was.
Still haven't found the ID. Amy said to be sure to check Mom's brown address book. Of course, I do have to find it.
Oh well. It certainly is never boring.
Love,
Leslie
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