Today is my younger niece's birthday. I'm such a bad aunt, I haven't finished the freebie poodle for her. How could I do this to her? Let's not discuss the pillow making, I haven't even finished the stitching. I've been reading. Why is it always one or the other with me?Tomorrow, I'm driving up to NH with my sister. We're going to clean our crap out of our parents' house. They're finally selling it. (It's three stories and there are stairs to get in no matter where you enter, and my dad's been handicapped since the accident in 1986. He can manage--obviously he has for 20 years--it's just very difficult.) Anyway, there are treasures in the attic. And for some reason, my mom needs my permission to throw away the dollhouse that the cat used to shit in and the squirrels ruined when they ran the storage area. Some stuff I'll take to put on ebay. Surely there are a few things that I'd rather have than throw away. Of course, I'll freeze my sweet-patootie up there in the uninsulated garret in the New Hampshire winter. But the sooner my parents are in a single-story home, the better. It's the least I can do. If I find anything good, I'll let you know.
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Ooooo-treasures. Wish my parents would get rid of their place. It's so stuffed full of crapola though, someone is likely to be killed just opening the closet store and springing the stuff. Laughing out loud about the dollhouse the cat used to shit in--my mother would say something along the lines of "it will be fine if someone just cleans it up a bit." Because god forbid anyone throws out anything... Her big thing now is giving me "hand-embroidered" tablecloths (gigantic ugly cross-stitches) with enormous gravy stains. You can USE this, my mother always says while my sister and I snort.
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