Feel Like Complaining

***Cooler Update... I know you're all just dying to know what we found out. Apparently there is not video throughout the park, just at the entrance. But they did see a small black car come into the park at 3:07 am and stayed about 3 minutes. Just long enough to steal one cooler I guess. They couldn't get a licence #, but they may know who it was so they turned the info over to the police in LaPush, Forks, and the National Park. Time will tell..... *** Whenever we go anywhere, whether it's a full out vacation or a weekend trip, my husband is obsessed about bringing home driftwood. It used to be rocks. He brings them home and puts them all over the house "for decoration."  I stopped that by throwing them outside in the flowerbeds and he never even noticed. Every year I beg him, "Please, no more driftwood! Where are you going to put it?" "In the yard", he says. It's always the same answer. I like to bring home a few things too, but I h...

Bill wrote a post recently and mentioned the term "here's the skinny" and how it came about. My husband has his own language when he describes things. Some are real, some made up. Laugh along with me as I give you his phrases and the definition. Chesterfield--couch. Push ana Pull--the act of vacuuming. The left hand don't know what the right hand's doing--to describe his bosses, or anybody in authority. Set a spell--go to the bathroom. Wanna take a rassle?--When his kids were little this is how he would ask if they wanted to wrestle. I don't know what in the Hell's going on--When he has an ache or pain of any kind even if it's been going on for years, he will have the same comment when he feels it. Plum or Plumb, not really sure--He uses this word for only two phrases; to say "I'm plum full or I plum forgot." I'm fixin' to...-- Anytime he is going to DO something, he says "I'm fixin' to go to the sto...

I thought y'all would be interested in some of the fascinating conversations my husband and I have and maybe you will understand my ongoing frustration. This started yesterday when I looked out at the thermometer outside. It was reading 4 degrees lower than what the weatherman on TV said. The temperature is important to me because I won't take Nellie out for a walk if it's below 20 degrees. So if it's reading 18, I don't go. Just a weird little thing about me, I don't like my face to freeze off and I don't wear hats because it messes up my hair. Anyway.....I made the mistake of mentioning this to my husband. He said our thermometer was right because the station was located in a warmer area. What the Hell does that mean, it's like 10 blocks away. I suggested that he take another thermometer outside and leave it overnight and we'd compare the two. This morning, the present one reads 18 and the TV said 20. He goes out to look at the cheap plastic ki...