And with all parental visits there is happiness and joy - stress and panic and of course those loving looks from one's spouse to the other with that loving unspoken communication of these are YOUR parents - deal with this.
And so another family visit has begun... I mistakenly thought that Bubba would prefer to go the bagel shop with Mom so he could pick out what he liked... Mom wanted to go alone so she could get all the goodies she liked... they went together both managed to survive and we got the good bagels and coffee cake.
I find it very funny at the lines that come spouting from my parents added then with "I don't want to see this on your blog" People please - I can't not use this good material. This is my life and you people make me crazy in wonderful and 'make me crazy' kind of ways...
Starting with last night - sorry Mom you know I have to use it - the last time she was here - just Mom found the house no problem - when she's with Dad and driving - zips by the house every time... don't ask me why she just does - and my truck is parked in the driveway. OK last night she gets a pass it was dark... and we've only lived in this house for 12 or so years.. maybe longer I forget. Hey it was dark - Dad was talking to her... I won't mention the GPS they didn't turn on.
I will say Dad had the best line - 'she's got a GPS and can find any Wal-Mart in the country but still manages to drive by your house every time she's down here... LOL. Sorry that one was just too good not to share.
And then there is the trip to the Sears Parts store - my mother in the fit of I'm here to help - tells my tool-inept husband that the door to my beloved convection oven comes off and we can go get a new handle. (the bottom part came apart - super glue didn't fix this darn thing... any who) So, door, book and the four of us head out we wait - we get our turn, Dad finds what he needs and that's good - Bubba is taking my door apart MORE as I stand there in horror thinking I may have to kill him and my mother is that oven doesn't' work any more - hell we won't eat I don't know how to cook without it!!!
So cashier one is happily helping Bubba take apart my door - cashier two is helping my parents. It's just us... she starts talking asks why does it always rain on the PA turnpike near Pittsburgh, on her way to Michigan... my father ever the clown with or without his make up (and yes people my father is an actual make-up wearing -balloon-twisting-bad-joke-telling clown I digress)
My father quips - "Hey we like Michigan we go there for our championships" This did not please said cashier number 2 lady - I will say this was all in good fun. And the more Dad smiled and laughed the more she pushed and prodded. Finally in what was the true telling moment she went in the back came back out and said "You're still here? I'm not coming back out until you are gone!" LOL Hey she had to have some fun today - working Sunday of a holiday weekend.
And I can say when Bubba and I were in Detroit in 2006 the folks there couldn't have been nicer - after all it wasn't the Lions we beat in Superbowl XL... just the Red Wings in 2009.... :-D
tomorrow I fear I must document the current on going project in my laundry room, I wanted a light fixture fixed - instead I get a new switch and a "project". Should I be concerned that the FIRST question my father asked was if the insurance was paid up? I'm going to buy a fire extinguisher tonight - and maybe see if I can't bump the life insurance on line tonight - you know just in case.
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