They Have Returned

So the inlaws are home. Mom said they would be home early in the afternoon. They rolled in at 12:03. I guess they weren't kidding. They had a great time, a quiet time, on vacation. They were glad to be back home though. The kids bombarded them the second they walked in the door and declared just how much they missed them. You would have thought we were starving them and taping them to the beds. (that only happened once)(I kid, I kid)(maybe)

They liked the work that was done on the living room so that made me feel better. There's still some tweaking to be done but the big stuff is over. Well, except for the treadmill going downstairs but I still have to rid us of the sectional couch. Anyone in the Twin Cities area who wants a sectional couch, it's yours. For free. You just have to come get it. It's about 25 years old. The sleeper pullout part is not sleepworthy when, well, pulled out. (well that didn't sound dirty or anything right?) It's a comfy couch, we just need to get rid of it. I thought of putting it on the curb with a sign that says "Take me, I'm free. Really." but then I was afraid no one would take it before mom and dad came home and then what the hell would we do with it? Bah. Up on Craigslist it goes.

Now there's about 12 loads of laundry to fold. Yay, fun.

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This Has To Be Said

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This, That and The Other

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Get Your Motor Running

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