Fridge count:
open, half empy pepsi
A baggie that contains pudding cups (that's new), cheese and crackers, and a big lump of leftover salmon (all in one baggie, together... eeeuw)
Woke up at 8am, M was up. She was looking at the deck and asked if we painted it last night. Um, no, it rained.
She's currently downstairs, sitting on the couch with her arms crossed, watching tv.
Last night as we were all talking, she started to laugh and said she wanted to tell a joke, so we listened. Here is the joke (shortened quite a bit because she made it last approximately 15 minutes):
A farmer hired some guy to do work on the farm. First he had the guy clean the chicken coops, and he did a good job.
He then had the guy clean the barn, which he did a good job.
Then he had the guy sort potoatoes, and later found the guy sitting there angry.
Asked what the problem was, the guy said "I can't handle this job, there are too many decisions to make".
She laughed, we stared at her.
Every time we'd start to talk about something, she would criticize B about something, to the point where I literally wanted to boot her out of the house. The poor guy. No wonder he talks about dying all the time, he probably looks forward to it.
Today we're hitting a kinkos to copy the 6,000 pieces of paper they brought out at the last minute, and also plan on running all over, just so they're in the truck and can't really discuss things (like dying, heirlooms, etc.)
