When my dm was a young girl on the first day of school she was in a restroom stall and another girl was in the one next to her, that girl commented that dm didn't have new shoes. Dm said they just hadn't gotten them yet. That one comment has affected dm her entire life. Dm turned into a shoe fanatic. She always says that if her clothes are clean and fit well and as long as she has nice shoes on, she feels well put together. She is a shoe horse and hoarder to the nth degree. 17 years ago, her and dstepdad came out to see dgd17 who was a week old. When she came in she asked how long until the girls and their families would be coming over. She had decided the navy shoes that she had wore out here were too worn out and (get this) she didn't want her granddaughters seeing her in worn out shoes. So off to the shoe store she went. When she came back, she actually threw the older pair of shoes away. I was surprised because they really weren't that worn and she was NEVER known to get rid of shoes. Fast forward 8 years, we are in Wichita for the weekend. Dd1 had gotten her bachelors degree and graduation was that weekend. Dm and dstepdad met us there and we were all at the same hotel. There was a lounge area and we are all sitting around. Dd1 looks down at her shoes and the tips were scuffed, so she got out her trusty Sharpie and proceeded to cover the scuffs. The look on my dm's face was priceless, but she didn't say a thing. In her eyes dd1 can do no wrong.
Dd1 has always been frugal as far as she was concerned. They paid off their house a year or so ago. They have always saved money for the kids college and plan to pay for it, as long as they are getting good grades. Dd1 finally has started doing more for herself, as in buying more clothes and she has started having her hair cut and highlighted as often as it needs it. She has always worked so it isn't like she doesn't deserve these things.
I am sitting here babbling because I am about to climb the walls. Last night dh and his friend decided to meet at IHOP at 7:30 this morning and after eating, leave from there. Dh asked me if I wanted to go, so I accepted. This morning dh was all loaded and was going to go out the small gate, which I would then shut behind him. I would then meet him at IHOP. Before he got on the motorcycle we were talking and both looked down at the same time and there was a nail that holds down the black paper that is put on before a roof is shingled. It was right in the middle of the front tire. The head of it is bigger than a nickel.
So we went on to the restaurant. No one likes to fix a motorcycle tire and they need to be replaced. It is 50 miles to the nearest dealer. They decided to go there and see what can be done. Dh planned to call as soon as they opened. It's been 2 hours and 15 minutes since dh left home for the second time. Dh decided to come back home after eating and exchange his sleeping bag for a flat sheet and a small travel type pillow. They will be staying in hotels or KOA campgrounds. The campgrounds they will stay in have air conditioned cabins with beds. You have to bring your own bedding.The irony of this whole tire debacle is that dh's friend decided early this week that he needed to have his back tire replaced. He didn't think to call the dealership an hour away but called the big city dealership that is 4 hours from here. They told him to call Friday morning at 8:30 and he would be on the stand by line, when he gets there. So he may have went ahead and left dh behind to get his tire replaced.
Did I say that I am a climbing the walls? I AM!
) and low to the ground, so we need a table that is no more than 18 or 19 inches tall. I did buy a little round accent table that will serve until we can find a better one. Ds' bedside table was a wooden cat table from Indonesia; very cool but it is not in the greatest shape anymore. 
Bet I won't get too much done after that, right?
I tend to leave a bit of sort of good jewelery that doesn't mean much to me out so the burglars will think they've found my stuff...think of it as bait...then I have a dandy place where I put the rest. So far so good...however if the house burns down...oh well, I'm out of luck. 