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Thanks everyone for entering,
I tried to get around to commenting on each entry
but in the end,
got busy at work
and I think that I missed some of you.
I hope to drop in and visit those of you with blogs real soon!
and watch for another one in the near future.
Now on to the rest of the post,
What I would like to call,
A Little Crafting
A Whole Lot of Crazy
First of all,
the little crafting.
These are an order for a local shop.
Finished them this morning.
Seventy nine of them to be exact.
that is not craziness enough,
or the fact that it is Monday.
We will move on to the
Whole Lot of Crazy.
my MIL arrives at work.
Where I work
and my husband works
well. not really where she works,
although she does help out
Most of the time,
she has something crazy that will involve one of us.
Now for those of you that might say,
and some have,
"Really, you are going to put this out there where she can read it?"
Just know this.
I told her I was going to tell this story.
So back to this morning.
It is Monday.
Did I mention that already?
Calls to return,
Deposits to be made.
Bills to be paid.
Orders to write up.
A week to organize.
When I hear Jenn say
as she looks out the window.
"Uh Oh, the mother ship is coming."
It is 9:30
I leave my office and head out into the shop,
(the driver of the mother ship)
who is now firmly placed at the shop table,
papers and whatnot spread out around her,
"Cathy, I need your help."
Click my heels,
twitch my nose,
wiggle my ears,
I am still not invisible.
Out of the chaos on the table,
she lifts her checkbook.
One last blink,
fold my arms in front of me and
nod my head
I Dream of Jeannie
I am still there.
I grab the checkbook,
that I recently
(four days ago)
"What could the problem be?"
she apparently doesn't know how to enter checks
when it is done neatly and totaled
in her world,
it works better
if you write in some of the checks,
but not necessarily who you wrote them out to,
of for how much,
less of the deposits,
don't total anything,
highlight a few things with yellow highlighter,
draw circles around other things
then call your daughter in law if it bounces.
So far, so good.
I add in the checks, get a new total,
tell her that from now on,
don't touch her checkbook,
that we will just continue
to have this quality time together once a week
and work on her checkbook.
"I have one more thing that I need you to do."
She pulls out a black, lacy bra.
And just for the record...
My MIL is not a 32 A cup.
Just so you know.
And tells me that she can't adjust the straps.
I calmly adjust the straps
"How many self-employed 53 year old women
are adjusting the shoulder straps
of a not real tiny
black lace bra
that belongs to their
Mother in law
Now that is a whole lot of crazy.