I'll let you know when I can get more pics to show up in the Niagara 2 post. In the meantime, have some bonus Dulce de Leche cheesecake & listen to my stories.
My MIL is insane. For years my sister has taken her family up to Chris's mom's lake house for a weekend in the summer. Chris recently worked out a weekend where his mom would be in Chicago (she's a minister & is in Seminary for the summers) & thus my sister & family were ok to stay. MIL knew about this. She just drove up there today (my sister got up there last night, a 3.5 hour drive) & kicked my sister out!
Ok, even if for some reason the weekend got mixed up on one of our ends, did she have to boot my sister out? My sister always fixes things around the house & leaves at least $100 as a "thank you." They always leave the house cleaner than they found it. They'd already fixed the garage door today. Then, as a thanks, they get booted out. WTF?
I've said this before, but one of these days I'm sticking to this: I refuse to go up there anymore & visit her. She makes her place incredibly unwelcoming.
She pulled this weird stunt a few years ago for family friends. The Harpers are a mutual family friend from church days. The kids were friends with Chris and MIL was friends with the whole family. The youngest child visited a few solo weekends with his wife, with MILs permission. Again, they always left some cash & took care of the place. She "mixed up" weekends again & showed up freaking out...saying she knew who D. Harper was & he wasn't the D. Harper she knew and kicked him out. That was especially weird, an Alzheimerish moment. But otherwise, she has always seemed fine.
Ugh.
So anyway, we are laying out paver patio this weekend. It's supposed to be in the 90s & humid. Great. I'll take pictures.
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OMG. Your poor sister. Yikes.
That's really unusual behavior. Is there a medical condition?
And she's a minister? *boggle*
Well that sucks butt, doesn't it.
I hope you survive the heat. *smooch*
I agree you should never visit there again.
Except maybe to drop off a preganant rat.
Yikes.
It's in the 90s and humid here too. I'm staying in and playing with my new high speed connection. :) Oh and I'll probably do laundry.
MILs are rarely understandable. I liked mine much better when I finally stopped expecting her to make sense or be considerate.
I would not lay pavers at 90+ degrees. I would simply lie down & die.
*snort* at Puffy!
I would love to watch Rev. MIL interact with a congregation.
Wow, she sounds insane! How old is she? I'd definitely keep my distance.
Geezus... All I can say is that I love my MIL all the more after reading this.
Post pics of the pavers after you get 'em layed. And... if your MIL happens to turn up under them sometime in the future?
These posts never happened. 'kay?
{hugs}
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