In which Primo and I disagree on etiquette regarding unwanted hair

Primo: Are you picking at your chin hairs?

Me: Yes.

Primo: Just like my picking at my nose hairs.

Me: No. Not just like at all.

Primo: It is the same thing.

Me: No.

Primo: Yes.

Me: There is a huge difference between rubbing your chin and sticking your fingers in your nose.

In which I acknowledge the lack of drama in my life and admit that it makes for very poor reading

You guys, I know this blog has been dull, dull, dull lately.

Part of it is because Ted is leaving Primo alone (although that won't last long I'm sure).

Part of it is because the Sly and Doris-related drama has to do with Primo's nieces and nephews and whether he should release money to them or not. I say he should resign as trustee so he does not even have to deal with this stuff, but my words fall on deaf ears.

I don't write about my nieces and nephew and their requests because they are such nice kids and there is no malice in what they are doing and there is no reason to discuss them publicly. And they have not done anything wrong. They would like some financial help and they are shy about asking Primo directly for the money but he has made it clear that they, not their dad, need to do the asking, and once they get over their fear, they have done so.

I don't even know why they would be afraid to ask him for anything - there is nothing in their history for them ever to be afraid. He is the uncle who takes them bowling or plays Trivial Pursuit with them when he is in town, but maybe the money is making them a little weird?

They don't even know how much they have. They have not asked. The two older kids have been working since tenth grade and are very clearly prepared to make it on their own; the younger one has just graduated from high school and is figuring things out.

The other part of why I have not been writing is because Lord Have Mercy writing is work.

I stopped writing my other blog because I was getting too tired. And I have been taking a break on this one because I am lazy. That's the real truth. Even when I don't have anything to write about, I can write. But it's hard. And I am lazy.

But.

I will be starting again soon. There is new Ted drama to come AND Primo is running for office again.

No. That was not in our wedding vows.

Either one, actually.

No Ted. No political campaigns.

Hmm. Do I get a do over?

In which work and home life collide - Battle of The Engineers

In which Primo just about passes out

I sent him this photo from my work trip (yes, our vacation is over). Then he was visiting some friends and noticed their toilet paper was not right, according to the Toilet Paper Hanging Doctrine of Primo.

He asked on facebook if he should correct the problem or leave it alone.

I was shocked at how many people - friends of his - thought it was perfectly OK to change the toilet paper in someone else's house.

It's not your house, people! You don't get to make the rules.

In which Bernice is still at the beach and why not? It is one of the happiest places on earth

Bernice liked to feed cookies to the birds on the beach.

In which Bernice goes to the beach again

Bernice could not think of a better way to pass time than sitting on a beach with a book.

In which Harold and his cheapness start to get on Bernice's nerves

"Oh for pity's sake, Harold," Bernice snapped. "It's not like we can take it with us! Spend the gosh darn extra ten dollars a day and get the convertible!"

In which Bernice crosses the shoe Rubicon

As Bernice ate her poke on the balcony and prepared to go out for the day, she looked at her skirt and the cute sandals to go with the skirt. She never thought she, of all people, would cross that line. She sighed as she put on the tennies and she mourned the loss of her 20 year old feet.

In which Bernice maintains a balanced diet

Bernice says to heck with it and has malasadas once a week.

In which Bernice ditches Arthur because of his musical tastes

"I never did like Pink Floyd," Bernice told Arthur.

In which Bob mourns Bernice

Bob stopped cutting his hair after Bernice left him.

In which Bernice does the laundry

Bernice don't need no stinkin' dryer.

In which Bernice has a balanced diet

Bernice makes a sandwich with a chocolate croissant and a brownie. I love Bernice.

In which Bernice smokes and plays cards with The Boys

Bernice (who is blocked by the guy on the right, only I didn't know it until well after I took the photo) plays cards and smokes with the boys. I want to be Bernice.

PS You guys, the drama with Ted and the will starts again in a few weeks. But we did have a month where he was quiet, which made me wonder if he was dead, and we had a very happy time with NO DRAMA. So - nothing to write about. Not so great for reading, but really nice for our life!

In which Bernice takes her dog for a walk

You go, Bernice! You and your cute dog!