When my mother-in-law came to visit, a few weeks before Christmas, it was the first time she had seen our place since we built a new house.  She immediately started pointing out to us what we hadn’t changed, and all the flaws, such as our garage that needs painted, because when a wind storm took off a few sheets of the metal siding, we used what we had to fix it instead of spending the money to get matching, so the garage is all gray, except for the front where there’s a piece of red, and a piece of blue, or our truck that was parked in the old stone pit instead of in it’s spot either in or beside the garage, and of course let’s not forget that we have no grass, just dirt in both the front and back lawns.  This is all stuff we’re planning on fixing, but we ran out of decent weather before we could medications without a prescription finish it.

Okay, not to babble on much…  She pointed out everything wrong with our property instead of acknowledging what we had accomplished.

Then when she called the week after the holidays, she asked sarcastically if Santa had brought us a new garage.  God, I can’t stand that woman!

So the other day my DSL was out and I was bored as can be, I decided to rearrange the furniture in my little home office, the room buy cialis soft that was actually supposed to be our dining room, because I had gotten another set of drawers to try and contain my mess. My husband hates my office, I simply lack the space to put everything away, so files are piled all over the top of everything.  If you need to use the printer, you have to dig for it first, and cords are everywhere, especially hanging down the front of the desk.

So I moved the dogs out of my space and enlarged it by about three feet, the size of three small dog kennels.  I got the drawers out from behind me and all within easy reach of my desk.  Yeah, I’m a bit lazy, I don’t like to have to get up to dig for files.

By the time I got the furniture all rearranged and where I wanted it, or thought I wanted it, as I’ve rearranged twice more since then, I’m very picky about my space, I was tired of the chore and ready to move on to a new project, actually I think I grabbed a book and got in the bathtub.

So the next day, hubby had to take our daughter to the dentist office for her first ever filling, but that’s another story.  As I was impatiently waiting for them to get home, and still waiting for the DSL to be fixed, I started working on cleaning and reorganizing my space.  Well, I guess I should say reorganizing, because it was never organized in the first place.

By the time he got home I had reduced the clutter to one pile on the corner of my desk, that consisted of mostly three ring binders holding everything from checking books to financial statements and everything and anything else that comes to me with three holes in it. I had cleaned out all six drawer in my desk, and organized the set of new drawers.   The place looked good, it looked clean, organized and even dusted.

But instead of acknowledging what I had accomplished in the two and a half hours he was gone, he pointed tot he stack still waiting to be put away and asked if I had a spot for it yet.

I have to admit, I nearly lost it.  I do believe the first words out of my mouth were “Okay, Jane!”. (Jane is his mother’s name.)  After that I proceeded to tell him that if he thought I was turning into my father, he had just bypasses me totally, by instantly turning into his mother.

He wasn’t to thrilled with my proclamation and denied the accusation fiercely.  But then I pointed out the similarities and he groaned, realizing that I was indeed right!  Yes, Ladies, a man actually admitted he was wrong!

He had done just what his mother had when she came up, and he recognized that.  He immediately started praising my accomplishments.

I, of course, left the stack of crap on the corner of my desk for the rest of the day, just for spite.