good morning darlings,
49, Meg? Holy, that's not old!!!!! Wow, you've really packed it in with the kids/grandkids... what a wonderful family! And how nice that you think your son is marrying a "lovely girl". If my children marry, I'm determined to be a fantastically supportive mother-in-law. Non-judgemental, no prying, no "dropping in", etc. In fact, the complete opposite of my own mother-in-law.
How much do you weigh, Meg? How about wearing a dress with one of those "one button sheer dusters" over it? Do you know what I mean? Check out this one... it's on the Spring 2002 page, and it's the thingy that the lovely black girl with short hair is wearing...
http://eileenfisher.com/
Den, I'm glad to hear that DS#2 is getting back on track. Congratulations to DS#1!! Way to go!!
Uh huh... "the patch up job". I agree. Wouldn't it be a heck of a lot cheaper all around if they'd use PREVENTATIVE measures? You're not morbid, you're RIGHT!!
I used to sneer at those big trailers, too. heh heh. Not any more! Now I wistfully peer in their windows at night before heading back to my sagging tent. They're in there... sipping their refridgerated drinks, watching a movie while sitting on a cushioned couch, completely clean because they've just had a shower in their bathroom... And they know that if they have to pee in the middle of night that there's no problem. They don't have to lie there for an hour... hoping the pain will go away before finally dragging themselves out of bed (ha! BED! I mean the sleeping bag on the ground!), putting on shoes, a jacket, finding a flashlight, unzipping the tent (pray to god the zipper doesn't get stuck... always keep a utility knife in the tent for emergencies such as this), checking the perimeter for bears, skunks and mad rapists, and then stumbling up to the outhouse/toilets, accidentally peeing on your pj leg once you get there because you're trying to balance the flashlight whilst gripping the utility knife between your teeth (protective measure against bears, etc), and then stumbling back to "bed", where you can't get back to sleep because: you're shivering violently from the cold, your pyjama leg is wet with pee, your sleeping bag is full of sand, and your bladder doesn't empty itself properly and you have to pee again.
MrsM, are you alright? I'm sorry you've had a bad time since getting back. Think postive, okay? You've got a lot going for you. The scales are broken? What's the worst that could happen... you buy a new set. Don't let all that crap get you down. You're tall, you're beautiful, you've got a wonderful husband and daughter, you've got a camper with a toilet, tv and vcr... ****, life is GOOD!! Let go of the bad thoughts, sweetie... they add up too darned fast. We love you!
Leens, how's that new van? And darling baby Gracie?
Liz, I hope you're having a great week off!
talk to you later...