Remember when old people used to just sit around, chew snuff and whittle? Those were the good old days. NOW they show up with a list of addresses, a GPS and a pocket full of dollar bills clamoring for you to hurry before all of the good yard sale items are gone.
And they exist on 4 hours of sleep.
Despite the running around and lack of REM sleep, I had a great time with Mom and Aunt Faye. I got a new table, Mom got a truck full of furniture, and Faye got what can only be her 213th pot. Win! Kit came along to navigate and picked up an apron for her trouble. Also a backache from helping mom load her truck full of furniture, but a small price to pay, right?
No sooner had they left the driveway when JD pulled in with Moon’s buddy for a sleepover. Nothing says “catch up on your sleep” like two 12 years olds who haven’t seen each other in months. While they ran around laying waste, I worked in the office.
If my weekend was exciting enough already, I worked at church in the nursery. With the BABIES. There’s a reason God doesn’t let 40ish year old women get pregnant very often. I’m too old for the life I lead.
Where does one get snuff anyway?