Yesterday's recap

Well, I was woken up Sunday morning around 7:00 a.m. with a phone call from Sharky saying that he and Bug were in Daytona gassing up and would be on their way in a few minutes. I went to lay down on the couch to wait and, of course, MIL called to demand why they had not called her yet. I promised to make them call her as soon as they walked in the door. They arrived not too long after 8 a.m. and were totally exhausted. They were safe and sound, no real tragedies happened, and I am grateful to Goddess for her protection of my loved ones. Sharky called MIL and then SIL and let them all know he was home safe and thanked them for everything.

The POS BIL gave them to drive home in, is frankly, a POS. Old Silverado, seats 2, maybe 3 if the middle belt is found, no a/c and antiquated power windows, and is just a loaner, thankfully. I'm scared to death to drive it - it's big and bulky and rattles like a death trap. Sharky and I took a drive in it to Mr. W's house (I'm babysitting his cat while he's in Europe) and Sharky bragged to him about how I can drive anything. Well, yeah, I CAN drive anything, doesn't mean I WANT to. (Yes, I'm feeling rather immature and selfish at the moment. Just let me pout, I'll get over it.) What really ticks me off is that it is a humongous gas hog - like we can afford that right now. Cost more to drive it home than it did to purchase the tickets to ride down south. *ggrr*

From what Bug and Sharky said, the trip on Greyhound was horrible. People spoke loudl, non-stop the entire way (and not in English so they couldn't enjoy eavesdropping lol), the seats in front were reclined back as far as they could go and the people behind kept kicking their seats. They tried to sleep but could not. Sharky used the rest room once and Bug never did - which scared Sharky a bit. Bug just did not want to experience it. LOL

Honestly don't know what is going on in the vehicle department. Hopefully BIL will find something (or discover that the original car just needs a simple fix) and we can get back to life as normal - or as normal as life is for us. This whole situation is giving me such bizarre nightmares. I haven't written them down. I should though, just in case...

Still haven't told my mother. Don't want to tell her until we have something settled and there is nothing left for her to worry about.

The news and scoop from down south was pretty much what I expected. Heard that my nephews have totally gone wild, fighting, swearing, and just being little punks. The oldest one moved back home with his wife & 3 kids (1 bio and 2 step) and then "left." BIL says he suspects that there is a girlfriend involved. Both BIL and SIL don't have the heart to toss them out since they love their grandkid and have become very attached to the other two, even if the wife is a total waste. I asked Sharky if we should call Maury Povich yet - he said we should wait, it might get better. LOL My MIL did exactly like I thought she would - had her husband cook a monstrous dinner of pasta and sausage and homemade tomato sauce, and then made everyone eat and eat, then plied them with hot showers, etc. Bug said she begged for them to spend the night up until the moment they left. Even tried to make them take the leftover dinner with them. They did bring home fruit and cookies. Two of the fruit (a pear and a peach) ended up as casualties because Bug sat on them (roflol) on the way home, but the bananas survived. The cookies were rather nasty, Chips-Ahoy that had been stored in the fridge for so long they were a bit funky. We had a good laugh over that. Home fridge funk is one thing - strange fridge funk is something else. Eep!

The bed of the truck was full of stuff that Sharky unloaded after he had taken a nap yesterday morning. There was my MIL's old computer that she wants Sharky to rebuild for Petunia's use and enough bike parts to build two or three more chopper bicycles. There might have been more stuff, but I didn't bother asking.

Invited one of my oldest friends to FB and she joined. Called me afterwards, just to say "HI" and we had a long talk. I learned that she is a lot sicker than she had let on before. Multiple strokes and just plain old bad health, has left her with a difficult time reading and comprehending things she reads. This was a girl who used to devour books as much as I did, so that made me very sad to hear. She never did get her license back after she lost it many years ago (due to stroke) so is completely dependent upon her husband. I have not met him but she says he loves her and takes good care of her. (Of course, he's disabled as well as older than her, and they both take care of his geriatric father.)

Thought for the day: "Red meat is not bad for you - fuzzy green meat is bad for you." - Unknown

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