David and Lisa stopped by for a visit.
The Adams Peanut Butter Tubs (see previous blog) were used for collecting bees after they had been slammed to their deaths by tennis rackets. After the tubs became too disgusting or full they were chucked under the deck. On closer examination there was not one tub, but several. David was pretty excited to see those tubs.
1. I had no idea what was going on from 1979- 2004.
2. Scrap the Mothers Day Baloney.
3. I'm leaving those tubs under the new deck.
8 comments:
Hey mom...it's leigh. Was it really mother's day already? Matt and I are confused. We both didn't think it was until the end of May. Please excuse my tardiness in wishing you a happy/merry mother's day, if we missed it. A card with kind and loving words will be promptly put in the mail. Knowing how the mail works down here, you should be receiving it by father's day...whenever that is. Love you.
Just found your blog ... actually my Jennifer found it first and told me how absolutely hilarious it was ... and that I should definitely read it. Not only are you a great writer - you are hilarious. It is my favorite new blog! ... and so much better than mine! Truly, a great find! I'll be checking it regularly!
GOOD to hear from you Mom D! Miss you!
Oh and glad to see you are a SURVIVOR Momd!!!!!Way to beat the nasty beast!
Hey Mary---We had Mitch over on Sunday. We fed and conversed with him. He hasn't thrown up yet---at least I don't think he has. All is well with him. Troy let him borrow a TV. Life should be good. Wish we could see him more, but he's a workin' machine.
Yes, he is a working machine! Hit me up too! But I do need some dead bugs at my house. So I welcomed that 801 area code the other day.
Yeah ... survivor! ... Somedays I don't feel like it ... but I gues it is true! I have 9 more weekly chemo infusions and I will be done ... except for the oral chemo I have to take - 1 pill day for 5 years... or I should say 4 years and 4 months more!) But that is a piece of cake compared to chemo. It's been a long haul... but prognosis is pretty darn good. 82% chance of no reoccurence ... not bad odds ... unless I'm one of the 18%. Nasty beast is right!
So I have been reading your blog from the beginning (per Leigh's request) and it is really late and I have law school tomorrow and I am stressed out and tired and feeling bad about my law-school-filled, stressed-out life and I have to say thank you for being so funny and honest and for having such wonderful children. (I don't know if you will ever see this, but I am pretty sure no one else will. I might just start blogging again after this night.)
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