Family visit

Linda, JB, Riley and Dylan are coming for a visit. This is cause for great celebration. And, ok, maybe a little panic. Let us begin:

 

  • The weather always sucks when they are here. Local playgrounds are drippy and covered with moss. So are the local children.
  • Of our four dogs, only one is socially acceptable. Charlie pees if you look at him, Cassie is an old grouch when a little boy steps on her tail, Caesar hates everybody. So we need to find at least three places to stash canines. Let’s see … garage … basement … hmm. Sundance, the parrot, only likes me and that’s because I let him bite me. But at least he can remain caged. Maybe Charlie would fit in there, too.
  • Linda has gone on record that she isn’t wild about toys that make a whole lot of noise. Wouldn’t you think she’d know better than to tell her mom and me that? So we know our gift will be unappreciated.
  • None of us knows anything about contemporary movies, contemporary terms, contemporary fashion. They know nothing about what a mess Nixon left the country in.
  • I am vaguely embarrassed to have seen JB’s ass on Linda’s blog.
  • I will have to clean house. Not that Linda would require it, but I don’t want her to think I live like this.
  • Sis, John and I are each on the back nine. So it is very hard to avoid repeating the same old shit.
  • Sis, John and I are each on the back nine. So it is very hard to avoid repeating the same old shit.
  • We don’t cook. I think every single time this group has visited, they’ve had Egg McMuffins for breakfast. Hope Dylan is old enough for grease and salt.
  • When Riley was a baby, Linda and JB took the ferry to Victoria for an evening, leaving him in our care. That is when I learned that baby boys really do pee up. Sis and I diapered the kid repeatedly, but never put pants on him again until we saw the ferry from Victoria enter our Harbor. Then we dressed him. Unfortunately, I told Linda the story and I am not sure we’ve ever really been trusted since. Rightly so.
  • JB’s family is a lot more fun than we are. And we know it.

All that said, Linda and Family are willing to stash their own animal pack, load the truck, cross the big water from the land of plenty to Dogpatch. I am the luckiest aunt alive.