Wednesday

Tonight I came home to our girl finally cleaning her room out to get the double bed from the basement moved in to replace the oooooold twin she's slept on for years, that has needed a new mattress. For some years now. 

Nabal makes cracks about seeing her floor and wonders if she's moving to the basement too... He talked pretty big that he and our boy would move all the heavy parts. When we moved the last item we had to laugh. Nabal had passed out and my boy wasn't home. My girl looked at me and said, "Yeah, men at work." ie, doing nothing. Way to important to get drunk or be out in the street. 

I knew when he started talking that he was full of it. Then comes to tell me I need to put the dogs on a diet. But he speaks in a chastising tone. He can go blow...