daugen
Epic Contributor
well I can't sweeten up this sour conversation, you all are sourpusses!
lot of rain headed our way shortly, still about an inch predicted.
going to be an inside day, but I'm psyched. Today I go through all the medical boxes that are piled on top of my treadmill, and
I hope by this afternoon I will be walking away, trying to shed a few pounds of butter cookies and everything else I've pigged out on recently.
I'm never going to be lean and mean, but at least I can get healthier. We all can...
I think I am up to thirty five medical tweezers and clippers so far. They seem to pack them in every box that had tape in them.
So far I took all I could find, and there were plenty, when your wife was a nurse and brought stuff home. I threw them all in a pot and boiled them for half an hour, didn't know where they had been, though most were brand new. I should have quite a pile when I'm done today. Maybe I should make an offer that for a self addressed envelope and a stamp, I'll send a tweezer or tape cutter to anyone that wants. I won't just throw them out, though I'm sure most do. Most of the stuff is true medical grade, and some of the tweezers are pretty cool. Operating room tweezers?
I will admit there are some closets and drawers that I have never opened in the sixteen years I've been here. I just found the backup supply of silverware, as I was running low on spoons. The appraiser and I opened all the drawers, and aha, there are the spoons!
Ok, that reminds me. Funny story time. And a little off color but that should make it more fun....ahem.
My MIL and SIL were over going through the bedroom pill supply before I chucked everything out.
I had never, ever looked in the bottom drawer of my wife's nightstand. Any idea where this is going?
so my 86 year old MIL pulls out the jammed bottom drawer, full of misc stuff, and she pulls out this plastic bag full of stuff.
out of the top of the bag comes half of what I will delicately call a pink latex novelty, perhaps about ten inches long, and it wobbled first to one side, than
to the other. I was watching her eyes for some reason, perhaps in dread of what was to happen, and her eyes went wide, followed the novelty one way, then watched it wobble the other, and then finally the dawn fof understanding came, and she turned beet red and handed the bag to my SIL who put it in the big trash bag.
I will to my dying day remember the look on my MIL's face as her eyes tracked the wobbling you know what first one way, then the other. One of life's wonderful experiences....:dance1:
lot of rain headed our way shortly, still about an inch predicted.
going to be an inside day, but I'm psyched. Today I go through all the medical boxes that are piled on top of my treadmill, and
I hope by this afternoon I will be walking away, trying to shed a few pounds of butter cookies and everything else I've pigged out on recently.
I'm never going to be lean and mean, but at least I can get healthier. We all can...
I think I am up to thirty five medical tweezers and clippers so far. They seem to pack them in every box that had tape in them.
So far I took all I could find, and there were plenty, when your wife was a nurse and brought stuff home. I threw them all in a pot and boiled them for half an hour, didn't know where they had been, though most were brand new. I should have quite a pile when I'm done today. Maybe I should make an offer that for a self addressed envelope and a stamp, I'll send a tweezer or tape cutter to anyone that wants. I won't just throw them out, though I'm sure most do. Most of the stuff is true medical grade, and some of the tweezers are pretty cool. Operating room tweezers?
I will admit there are some closets and drawers that I have never opened in the sixteen years I've been here. I just found the backup supply of silverware, as I was running low on spoons. The appraiser and I opened all the drawers, and aha, there are the spoons!
Ok, that reminds me. Funny story time. And a little off color but that should make it more fun....ahem.
My MIL and SIL were over going through the bedroom pill supply before I chucked everything out.
I had never, ever looked in the bottom drawer of my wife's nightstand. Any idea where this is going?
so my 86 year old MIL pulls out the jammed bottom drawer, full of misc stuff, and she pulls out this plastic bag full of stuff.
out of the top of the bag comes half of what I will delicately call a pink latex novelty, perhaps about ten inches long, and it wobbled first to one side, than
to the other. I was watching her eyes for some reason, perhaps in dread of what was to happen, and her eyes went wide, followed the novelty one way, then watched it wobble the other, and then finally the dawn fof understanding came, and she turned beet red and handed the bag to my SIL who put it in the big trash bag.
I will to my dying day remember the look on my MIL's face as her eyes tracked the wobbling you know what first one way, then the other. One of life's wonderful experiences....:dance1: