Believe in the Flowers.

Carol of the Zombie Jesus!

Our weather has gone back to nasty - in fact, it has been this way since Col's parents arrived from up north (east?). It's cold, rainy, and dreary - and the worst part of all is that it isn't even really raining, just dripping. Enough so that you can't find a good in-between speed on your wipers. I hate that.

Today my mother had lunch with Col's parents. Apparently it went well, although we're both fairly sure that it was a success only because Col's father was down this time, as well - it's a huge improvement over the baby-grabbing episode that happened just under a year ago this month. The cursing and anger that resulted from that really wasn't worth the effort, but it's over and done with now, thank god, and a year has passed and I'd like to think we're all at least a little wiser. I'm somewhat sure (unfortunately) that Col's mom took it upon herself to gloat about the clothes she bought for Gabe, and that she sort of rubbed it in my mother's face that she was probably taking Gabe tonight, but oh well.

Saturday was Gabe's first birthday. People who said they would show up didn't - but that's what I get for 1) using Facebook to invite people, and 2) assuming that people care. My own fault. But we still had a really good time, even though Bobb kind of creeped mom out. Not my problem! There was cake, a cute baby eating it, and a bunch of toys. I also got to see people that I haven't seen in months, which made it that much better.

What else ... Ah, yes, tonight is laundry. I've been putting it off for some time now, since I have to lug it up and down two flights of stairs, into and then out of the rain and car, and do all of said laundry at mom's house. It really bites to live in the attic apartment sometimes, with no hookups and no laundry facilities. But our landlord doesn't seem too concerned about whether or not we're happy here, as long as he gets paid.

Speaking of payments, we're way behind in everything. Well over $1000 in the hole. I was hoping Col's father would win the lottery like he keeps talking about, but he hasn't yet (that I know of). But some lucky soul did.

Off to collect garments and drag them down wet stairs. I hope I don't have to make two trips; my left knee is killing me today. Can't say I'm looking forward to stairs at all. Hopefully tonight we'll swim at the hotel his parents are staying at, after he gets off work. I could use the hot tub. But that won't be until 10 PM or so, and it's only 6:30 now ...