Dear Brian,
It's a week past all the holiday hullaballoo and it was a rough one. Being without you hurt like hell. I could always count on you stopping by on Christmas Day to break up the ... boredom. You know how it is in retail, I have to work the day before and the day after .... so one day for travel and festivities is just too much to pack into one day on my own.
In the middle of the night, the flush lever on the toilet broke. So off to Walmart to buy a part and cross my fingers that I could fix it myself. I found that the nut wasn't righty tighty ... after about a dozen tries of trying to get it off. lol When it comes to these little home repairs I miss you !!!
I had lunch at Brown Bear Diner today with Helen, my friend from work. She managed fabrics and crafts just like I did for many years, so we're two peas in a pod!! It was good to catch up and see her again.
Work is bad. My workload was double what it usually is in a week, and they chewed my out for having 30 minutes of overtime ... not even $20 on my paycheck. *smh* So, it's back to making sure I take every single break, a full hour for lunch and extra work ?? Nope. They get what they what. Or so they think.
Sis has been having trouble with Miss B - telling lies and not following the rules. Personally, I think their issues are two fold: she's nearly 18 and has had issues with sampling alcohol, so maybe there are other things being sampled. That can cause real issues when you're also dealing with all the raging hormones stuff they do. Then there's the lies: they all need lessons in talking and listening - maybe even more so the listening part. Miss B got her learner's permit to drive and T never bothered to mention it. I raised that girl to be independent, but there are limits!
Can't believe it's been 10 years since we first moved into the house... Time flies!! I took your idea for quarter round boards to paint and put along the backsplash .... I painted them bright red and installed them today. Looks pretty good!!
Anyways, son, there aren't enough words to tell you how much you're missed
with love,
Mom
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