Friday, November 04, 2011
It was cold today. Ugh.
I have another humongous bruise on my ankle. My hubby will ask me how I got something so horrible but, of course, I don't remember and this will start the discussion of how someone can darn near smash their ankle off and not remember it. LOL. He gets bent out of shape about it and wants a detailed story complete with 8x10s. Hubby can tell you where every one of his scratches, bruises, scars come from. I think it's a male bragging thing. "I got this scar in the BIG ONE (WW2)." It doesn't matter that they weren't even born yet. LOL.
Actually it reminds me of my FIL who had no toenails on his big toes as he had to have them removed when he was in the service in Korea. He had severe ingrown toenails that are called cat faces. My son had them too. When my hubby and his brothers were little they asked my FIL how he lost his toes nails and he told them that the Germans shot them of in WW2. LOL.
Today my son was busy and we did 5 loads of laundry, cleaned the 6 pet cages, the bathroom, and vacuumed.
The lawyer called today and my husband's mentally ill brother has an "emergency" already after 2 days and needs $400. It's the weekend and I'm sure he needs cash for drugs. I had hoped these people would be smarter than this. The con has already started.