I think she just called you a fat cow. Which, I am pretty sure, means you are allowed to beat her with the axe-handle of your choice without any legal ramifications.

She probably thinks she was ok because she said 'we.' She wasn't. I'm with Hec on this one.

Dan's plane has probably taken off by now.

We had a very good time together. And I confess to being somewhat onion-eyed the last half hour before he left.

Harvey liked him, and treated him to the same "if you are online, you must have a cat on either the keyboard or your lap" policy as I get from him. Sammie was a bit more cautious, but warmed up to him.

"Very good"? Sorta circumspect, ain't ya? However, if Harvey and Sammie liked him, that's a very good sign!

After my choking fit this afternoon, I have to concede that the laundry thing was, in fact, a good idea. I'm relishing the realization that every. single. piece. of clothing and linens. in my house right now? CLEAN.

I don't think that has ever happened in the history of thread.

I'm idly wondering which fresh smelling set of sheets will have the honor gracing my bed tonight. Hm. Will it be the lavendar tshirt material? Or the lovely cream with handpainted leaves on 300 count cotton? Or the (literally) 50 year old pink roses that are so soft I feel like I'm sleeping on warm whipped cream?

Tralala.

Sounds like bliss.

My t-shirt material sheets got a run, and now a big hole. I'm not sure how they got a run. I mean, it's not as if I wear spikes to bed or anything.

Oh, I miss the days when I could just run the clipper over my head and be done with it. Sigh.

I'm sure Hec will have chimed in moments after this, but I have to agree with him...shave it off! Though I suppose you might break some dykey hearts, that way.

How lucky that she got Joe's metabolism and will grow up instead of out. You and I will envy her lots!

Wow. Kill her a lot.

I should be doing laundry. I really really should. I suppose I still could. I am instead baking a strawberry rhubarb pie. And wondering if the date I made for tomorrow was a really bad idea. Guess we'll find out tomorrow. Phone conversation was muy awkward. This would be why I prefer email. No uncomfortable silences.

I mean, it's not as if I wear spikes to bed or anything.

Uh huh. t skeptical

Or the (literally) 50 year old pink roses that are so soft I feel like I'm sleeping on warm whipped cream?

I have a bunch of my grandmother's sheets, and they don't remotely match anything but they're sooooo soft and comfy.

There is nothing like much-washed cotton.

My favorite sheets belonged to my great-aunt. They're at least 30 years old.

Aimee, I'm still trying to pick my jaw up off the floor.

Your MIL needs to be reminded that you are the mother of her grandchild. And even if she doesn't care about anything else, you do have something to say about how often said grandchild will travel 2000 miles to visit grandma.