She phoned while I was in the shower.... I, of course, answered.
Why do I do that, lol?
Anyway... I run down in a towel to let her in..... she's at the front door....
with someone else.
She didn't mention that on the phone.
::sigh::
I run back upstairs, dripping wet, to get dressed and SIL marches through house, giving a tour. Why, I'm not sure but I didn't mind... I already knew what she was going to say anyway.
We spoke for a bit before she left.....
That conversation, however, was about as fun as being poked in the chest by someone with long fake french manicured fingernails
Very upsetting...... she was critical and defensive and absolutely full of viv and vigor, lol... mostly about buying our old house. She doesn't want to feel like we're doing her a favor, she doesn't think we'd get a better price anywhere else, she said go get the cabinets go do it who would do it for you by the time you payed someone what would yougain and you haven't even cleaned it out you're not going to do it anyway
I'm about to fall over from lack of energy and I feel like my heads one of those squeezy toys where the eyes pop out of it's head and everything goes all wonkey.
Seriously...... ::sigh:: I have chills and wanted to be in that shower enjoying the warmth another 15 minutes or so and then this.
::going to pop popcorn::
