Complaining!
My aunt called me the other day. She has always been one of my favorite people in the world. This woman can complain about everything from vaginal dryness to the clickety clack heels of her next door neighbor. My favorite complaints, I have to admit, are about her husband. The poor man! I’m not quite sure how he made it to maturity–he’s quite forgetful and pretty darn clumsy! He’s flooded their house not once, not twice but FOUR times! The funniest one being the time he hooked up the hose to the water bed to empty it, but forgot to put the other end of the house outside of the house. They were all in laying on, rolling on and pushing on the waterbed to get all of the water out when my aunt walked into the kitchen and found not only the other end of the hose on the kitchen floor–but all of the water they had been working so hard to remove. GALLONS of water on her kitchen floor!
I listened for awhile about all of the craziness going on at her place before I heard a loud shatter upstairs, and little feet scurrying to flee the scene! It seems my kids were climbing on top of my dresser to get the old fashioned gumball machine down when it slipped and fell to the floor. I still find gumballs in the oddest of places! I can’t wait to see what kind of things I get to complain about when I’m old!