You guys get me.

::applauds::

A department-wide memo went out reminding people that customers can hear us over the phones when we swear at each other. Apparently the new phone system picks up background noise much better than the old one. All the geekboys are looking at each other guiltily. A couple of them sent anxious messages to find out if they were the ones who'd been caught. The response was "You'd already know if you were."

It does get pretty R-rated in here, but it's swearing for punctuation and emphasis, not anything else, so I just give them the Eyebrow of Inappropriateness when I hear it. "Old Enough to Be Your Mom or Grandma" has its advantages. I'd much rather deal with excessive emotion about how hard the latest update is for Final Fantasy or whatever than other things.

Timelies all!

Weather's a little cooler than yesterday, but still nice.

The last time we went to my grandmother's grave we drove by her old house and saw that the owners were renovating it, which is nice. I like to think of that ancient house being a comforting home to new generations of people. The houses my folks and I have lived in, not so much (one is in disrepair and being advanced on by the woods behind it; the other is in an increasingly sketchy neighborhood).

I read too quickly sometimes. If anyone else suffers from this problems, Matt did not drive by his grandmother's grave to discover the owners renovating it.

House, Cindy. House. He drove by the grave and then by the old house.

Y'all just forced me to go sigh over my grandparents' 100+-year-old house on realtor.com (not for sale, but they've got the photos from the last time it sold). If I'd had different finances, I would have bought it when we had to move my grandma to assisted living, and turned it into a bed & breakfast. So many happy memories in that house; I still dream about it.

Lol, Cindy yes that would be much weirder!!

My dad's farmhouse he grew up in was torn down many years ago (in my teenage years maybe?). My mom's parents house, I rememebrthe street but not the number so I don't think I'd be able to find it (it's in Chicago)

At some point I should check out Zillow and Google Street Maps and see what the buyers did with the empty lot where my aunt's rambling and lovingly eccentric beach house was -- destroyed by Superstorm Sandy. Most likely it is going to be some soulless McMansion with all the salt-tolerant trees that survived the storm dug up.

Not that I'm angry or anything.

I don't think any of the houses my grandparents lived in are still standing. I'm only mad about the one in St. Pierre and that my dad's book of autographs may have still been in his parents.