This is what I am doing with my last 1/2 hour of my workday.

I was early to work because I knew I'd get smacked today. Good day. I finished all I needed to. So now I could get a jump on tomorrow... or I can blog.

Back to Saturday... up in a tree. My grandmother is here until October the 1st. Which is great because she is incredibly entertaining. I love my mouse- that's what I call her. She loves me. She is soooo wierd. She is not always an easy person to love, but maybe neither am I. She loves me... most of the time- but there was that time that she accused me of stealing her glasses to hurt her feelings... my mom had picked up the wrong case and mouse was still mad because she thought my mom was 'protecting' me. what?! I guess every family has to have a little bit of wierd. and boy do we have lots. The funniest thing about my mouse is that she is very racist. Not like today's slightly politically correct, but not really... I mean like old-school racist. Give her a mic and a crowded room- she can give 2 sentences and offend EVERYBODY- I'm pretty sure that is a marketable talent somewhere.

But I digress. She is like 78 and looks late 50's easily. She's incredibly active to the point that it is annoying. Case in point she asked for help with something (didn't say what) on Sat... much like with mom, I don't ask- I just find very old clothes and I go. Saturday it was up a tree... to cut down most of it with a bow-saw which may have just as well been a butter knife. But I love her, so I do it. Afterwards, I go inside to get water for both of us and my mom is complaining about how much of the tree mouse has cut. I go outside and mouse is glowing about how much more breeze is going to reach the hammock and how happy my mom is going to be when she sees it... and I try not to snort water up my nose.

I had to go to yet another bridal shower and left my cute little grandma sitting in the grass using pair of cutters to make mulch out of the branches and leaves. and I am happy that I am the happy median that both my mom and grandmother have between each other. They love each other but never fail to get on each other's nerves. Which is bad because mom's mouth has no filter... and mouse has started to take it personally... she cries- which is wrong. Old people should not have anything to cry about- especially after the extra-ordinarily difficult life mouse has led. So I buy mom a piece of her favorite cake, take it to her work and tell her to stop being a jerk... but with cake! (See how that is different than normal "Stop being a jerk"?)

Dream killer had people over for the game- He called like 3 to see where I was- I had to bring Shiner... I thought he was over Friday night. It was cool, it was fun. He walked me to my car and hugged me before I left. Liar, traitor, shister! He was not over SH*T. Sunday all the angry words abounded.

and this girl was still 'serene tree frog'. so there. (small ick- less ick and usual)