In-laws, Wally World Woes & Snow

As promised, Megan, Colton and I met up with two of Tim's sisters, two of our nieces, five of their children (that makes them grand or is it great nieces and nephews?), a family friend, and a partridge in a pear tree for lunch and a fun-filled trip to the cemetery on Saturday. Okay, no bird in a tree, but no one would have noticed in the chaos if there had been. If you are friends with me on Facebook you saw the pictures one of my sisters-in-law posted. Megan, Colton and I were there, but barely. We are just background and not really part of things.

We're the 2 on the far end. My SIL sat like that with her back

to me the entire time...even when she was eating.

We're sort of in the middle here, but standing back further

than the rest. The focus is, as always, on the one sister's

kids and grandkids...who the entire family treats as if they

walk on water. I wouldn't care, but it is blatant and has 

really hurt my kids over the years. 

I'm still not sure why they always insist we must come along...other than I suppose they can pat themselves on the back and feel good that they've done their family duty. The sister-in-law who was visiting from out of state said hello and goodbye to me and that was more than she said to Megan.

If you've been around long enough to know the story, she is the mother of the cousin Megan went to Florida to live with only to be held a virtual prisoner with no way to get anywhere, no businesses nearby to get a job, and they took what money she had...along with stealing from their roommate and they even stole Megan's I.D. I reported it stolen before they could try to use it and they went ballistic on her. I had bought her a plane ticket and had to send her cousin gas money to drive her to the airport because neither she nor her fiancé worked...and they still don't. Both the cousin and the mother posted some very unkind things about Megan on Facebook the day she flew home. They later took them down, but the damage was done. The cousin and Megan can be civil if they run into each other. My sister-in-law just doesn't speak to her. Mature, no?

Anyway, the visiting sister was all about her 5 grandkids and couldn't be bothered to talk to anyone else. I get that we love our grands, but she is going to be here for about a month and has been spending every waking moment with them. She didn't even sit with the adults, but at the kiddie table. I'm not sure she even talked to Colton. The other sister is the one Tim had the huge falling out with that ended with us being excommunicated for a couple of years. We talk now, but it's never been the same. We are still the black sheep of the family and our kids and grandkids are not as wonderful as all the others...and they know it and really don't have much use for that side of the family.

That's all a pretty long-winded way of saying the kids ruled the show (not Colton who is a little younger and didn't know quite what to do with them and they didn't pay him too much attention). They were running all over the place, yelling, not eating, and then one got sick all over the place. I thought for sure we'd skip the cemetery, but nope, we still went. Only to freeze while the boys stomped all over grave markers and picked up things people had sat out on the graves and dropped them or threw them. That only lasted 10 or 15 minutes, thankfully, and then we could make our escape while the rest went on to spend the afternoon together. My duty is done for another good long while.

We stopped at Walmart on the way home to get Tim's prescriptions filled and pick up a few things and that is where the great pharmacy fiasco I described in yesterday's post took place. My already not so great mood, hit rock bottom. Thank goodness I came home to find Tim had put together the 8-cube storage shelf I had ordered. He wasn't feeling that great so it was a surprise. We laid it on its side so it's only 2 cubes high, but 4 long. I found X inserts online for the bottom cubes so we can keep our wine in it and got canvas bins for the top to hold all our movies. I really like how it turned out and it was pretty inexpensive as entertainment cabinets go.

The shelf was missing a couple of screws so we had to make a run to Lowe's for those and we decided to eat out at a local place. Tim had a fish sandwich and I had the lasagna special. Rich, gooey, cheesy....comfort food at its best and exactly what I wanted after my afternoon!

It started snowing in earnest while we were at dinner and the roads were a little slick on the way home. It was good to get home, get into my jammies and settle in to watch Columbo reruns.

Sunday we got up and did the grocery shopping after breakfast and then just hung out around the house the rest of the day. It was still cold and snowy, though we didn't get much accumulation. It was a nice relaxing break, which Tim needed since he still wasn't feeling 100%. He says I brought the germ home from work. I say I didn't, that he doesn't have what's going around at work. He asked how I knew and I told him because he isn't living in the bathroom! They haven't said, but based on some signs that have shown up in staff areas at work, I think it can be assumed we are dealing with the norovirus. He definitely does not have that. I've had that. Sickest I've ever been in my life!