i admit that most of my posts on this blog have been me complaining about how no one really uses this so i am going to.
that was a very long sentence.
so how is everyone. i have spent the last month or so in seattle. while here i have been moved 4 or 5 times. first i was sleeping on a pillow in the basement, the i was in a different room in the basement. then i was kicked out of that room and was back on the pillow. then i was able to go back to the basement room, but then i was sick of the basement so marita was kind enough to let me sleep in closet upstairs, but sadly i must give up my bed again for my mother (or g.mo as she would iked to be called by her grand children). tonight i am sleeping on a 1 inch peice of foam on the floor. i would go back to the basement room or the pillow in the basement, but apparently we have guests more important than i.
by the way, while writing this i am being teased because apparantly that was a very exaggerated representation of my sleeping arrangements, but it is true.
2 comments:
That's so funny, Gabby! The "Green Room" at Grandma's was my bedroom growing up, and it was also the "Guest Room" so I was always getting kicked out by visiting relatives. I hated that! Even when I was living at my parents' house for a short time right before their mission, when I was in my late 30's, I got kicked out when my aunt and uncle came to visit! Argh. How annoying is that? And then when I was taking a nice relaxing bath in the middle of the night, trying to get put to sleep, my uncle came knocking on the door cuz he had to pee. So I was also kicked out of my bathtub!!! So I am with you -- I feel your pain!
Well, at least they are not making you live in the closet under the stairs ;)
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