Expectations

Yesterday, tall handsome almost perfect son-in-law handy Andy and his lovely wife our youngest daughter were here..I got him to climb another ladder and take a photo of the robin's eggs..as he clung precariously on the old red ladder..he said well there are no eggs.. I was so disappointed..then he said ..they have hatched!

Kinda ugly little things, we left the red ladder next to this one..perhaps later in the week I can get another photo. I am sure the Mama bird loves them..every day they will get more beautiful as they get more feathers.

The grandboys brought friends to go fishing out on the pontoon. Far Guy went along. They got some nibbles, but no fish. Four youngins casting fish hooks off the same pontoon..I expected a fish hook incident..luckily no one was hooked.

One day this week Far Guy went to get a fishing license. He got a husband wife combo license. I offered to give the gal at the Bait and Tackle Shop my drivers license. She said "NO, I don't need it." .."Fine".. then in front of God and every man in the just before fishing season packed store she practically screamed "HOW TALL ARE YOU?" Duh..I was just a little taller than she was.. I replied "Six feet." Then she shouted "HOW MUCH DO YOU WEIGH?" I replied "120". Yup, I lied..so sue me. It is highly unlikely I will go fishing anyway..and highly unlikely that I will ever encounter a Game warden either...and if I do I am just going to have to tell him the whole story or go off to jail for impersonating a tall thin person.


I wasn't having a very good day that day..the garage sales were not great..then we went to an estate sale..where I found three boxes of Shiny Brites, in their original boxes..and some odd balls in a shoe box!! At two dollars a box I was happy. The worm had turned..I was once again a happy person..just for a moment.. Turned out to be at a close relative of one of Far Guys old girlfriends, and she, his old Girl friend was collecting the money. The Catholic with big feet. That is what Far Guy's Mother used to call her. (Far Guys Mom used to remind me all the time that I was a much better girl friend for him than the Catholic with the big feet, I often wonder what she would have called me, probably the Lutheran with big boobs.. ) Far Guys old girlfriend is almost six feet tall and she is awfully thin ..almost anorexic. She went on some speil about how the Shiny Brite boxes were worth just as much as the ornaments..like I cared about her and her opinion.  Anyway, I left with the Shiny Brites and my husband.


Just to top off my rather miserable day, we drove around the neighborhood. The "Digging Lady" was in her yard..and Far Guy offered to stop so I could have a friendly chat with her and perhaps invite her over to dig up some of my flowers..some days I think he rather enjoys rileing me up. He knows exactly what to expect after all these years:)