The whole truth and nothing but the truth about my husband, his parents, and me - That Woman.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
In which we identify the second good thing that Sly and Doris left us - they can disinherit you from money, but they can't keep you from taking the gallon-sized ziplocks home if you are the person in charge of cleaning out the house. Or the lump crab, which really, was not that good.
Primo, do we have legal-sized envelopes? I want to mail at least a dozen Christmas letters next week to the people who send me physical cards.
If we don't, if it's convenient for you, would you get some on the way home?
Otherwise, we/I can get some later this week.
Also, when you come home, would you please put the trash and compost that are sitting outside the back door in the trash/compost?
You mean regular business-sized envelopes?
I have plenty of them.
Shirley wrapped herself around my neck while I was doing squats
for ten minutes
I think she was sleeping
Part of my inheritance. My parents had a big box of envelopes.
Two weeks before our wedding, my husband's parents called to tell him 1. they weren't coming and 2. he shouldn't marry me. Since then, I have gotten along with them about as well as you might think. PS They died hating me and disinherited my husband. PPS None of this is made up. None of it.
And now, Primo is running for state-level public office. And - it's not fun. For either of us.