What a dull blog.
Today: Got Gene up around noon, went to lunch, Best Buy, Michael’s, Office Depot, Lowes and Home Depot. It is just as exciting as it sounds.
Yesterday: Went to huge mega-mall. Ate lunch at crappy buffet restaurant (not to be confused with the crappy buffet restaurants owned by my employers). Saw “Closer” starring Julia Roberts, Natalie Portman, Jude Law and the ever-hot hot hot Clive Owen. Yummmmmmmy. My former boss at work saw it (WITH HER TEENAGER — EEEW) a few weeks ago and walked out in the middle. As I told D, I don’t want to be all provincial about it (IM sex…ooh, SHOCKING…10 years ago!) but I found it to be a difficult movie. Excellent performances from all involved but I had trouble understanding their motivations.
Before the movie, we strolled around the mall and came upon the Tupperware kiosk. Hey, we thought, we’re almost out of Tupperware! (the same beast that eats the socks must eat Tupperware). I hope we made that lady’s day — why is it so expensive? We also purchased a dog toy at Bed, Bath and Beyond. What possessed us to buy dog toys there is beyond me. They have already chewed through it.
I also had the pleasure of chatting with my MIL. As some of my readers know, she’s in the process of selling her house to move up north to be with my BIL and his wife and help out with the baby (due in May). What’s making me crazy is that she refuses to really do this right — we suggested she contact a realtor but she hemmed and hawwed so we had our realtor give us a phone number. The big deal now is her yard, which is bedraggled and totally sucky. We told her to have the realtor tell her what it will take to just sell the damned house — yardwork? new carpet? what? But instead she had some landscaper/barber guy do some work because “he’s been in the business a long time and knows what it takes.”
Riiiight. Because he sells so many houses, yes? :::eyeroll::: As opposed to the realtor…
Yes, I know what you’re all thinking. “Duh, Elaine – she doesn’t want to move.” I know, I know. I have a stake in this, though — if she sells the house, her sons (Gene and Al) get some of the proceeds (it’s a complex thing) and our portion of that is enough to finally enact….da da da dummm…Plan B. And frankly, if the only thing standing b/w me and Plan B is an old lady too chickenshit to stand up to her sons and say “NO”, that is not my problem.
Ooh, speaking of weird investments, Gene’s going to give up his share of the store. Really. No, I don’t think he’s going to end up with any money.