Evening, Day three of the great ... oh, heck I don't know what to call it. But I will say this: I know why Charles Ingalls didn't put any doors in that little house... with all those girls, can imagine the door slamming? That is my sister. Seriously, she Slams. The. Door. All. The. Time. Now I know why dad just never got to putting a door on her bedroom when he built it...smart man. I thought I may get a slight reprieve today. Nephew stayed at his dads because he needed to have access to at least one car that ran. So I meander down the stairs and...no sister. A breakfast in peace? Say it isn't so! This girl gets her coffee, her yogurt and makes some toast. I can sit in the living room, as I can sit by the end table and have a place to set said coffee. And...lookie here, the TV controller. I wanted to get the scoop on what happened yesterday. I swear, my sister has a spidey instinct: "Mindy watching TV...gotta get down there. Mindy talking to BIL...gotta get down there." And I couldn't get that thing turned off to save myself. Now, mind you, if she'd pulled this stunt with dad around, she'd been read the riot act, regardless of her age. She came over and yanked the controller out of my hand. Really? It's not like I was watching A Nightmare on Elm Street, but I rather deal with ole' BBQ Freddy than my sister. **note to self: bring home copy of Elm Street from storage** Later on, the controller wasn't under the tv, on the end table or in the drawer of the end table. At which I mumble under my breath, "try acting your age and not your shoe size." She may not believe in Karma, but believe me, Karma is real and Karma bites back when you least expect it. And on a positive note, regardless of my dummy light making an appearance or not tomorrow I am going to head over to Safeway. I need some fresh fruit and I can stop by a park en route to just veg. --Mindy

Posted by joundml2003 (Mindy) at 2025-08-29 06:05:50 UTC