This week has been interesting. So much to do and so little time
to just sit and rest. I'm leaving early Friday for the
mountains! YEAH!
Gonna go scrapbook for the weekend.
This last Friday was ran into Steve's parents at a play (42nd Street)
our nephews were in. This is the first time we have seen them
since we told them if they didn't get some serious counceling we'd not
be hanging around them (so like I haven't seen them since like May - but
we only told them that in September). We were not expecting to
see them there. I actually changed the night that we were going
because last week was such a emotionally draining week that I DID'T
want to run into them to add to the stress of it all!!!
So -- there we were, 10 minutes to show time when --POW -- they show
up. I snuck over to my sister-in-law, Debbie, to tell her.
She and her husban were working the theater doors collecting tickets.
As she look ups, she spies them and quickly escorts me, Iz and Val
along with herself through this door and quicky shuts it behind
her. It's a little storage room. So there we were.
Two grown women hiding out in a little storage room -- I mean, how
disfucntional is that!!!!!!!
So we are just standing there - I had turned off the lights so in case
someone opened the door, they wouldn't see us at all or very good - in the dark,
laughing, trying to figure out what to do. They have both said
some pretty nasty things about Debbie and I recently and neither of us
wanted to go out there and, as they would always do with us, pretend
everything is fine. So after a few minutes I tell Debbie to peek
out and see if they are still there. And right as she
does.........
my father-in-law is standing opposite the door and smiles at her
(we are pretty sure he knew we were in there and was waiting for us to
come out!). So she quickly turns around and picks up this, like,
cookie dish -- so to seem like she had a reason for being in the
room. She exits out and can't avoid but say hi, and quicly walks
away and ask this lady if she this is the dish she wanted - and of
course, this lady looks at her like she's from another planet -- so she
comes back to the room, but the door is locked. She knocks, but I don't
know it's her, so I don't answer! Then I hear saying, "it's me,
open the door!" Ha! So I let her in and she says they went and
took their seat and we can come out now. We were commenting when
we were in the room, that even if they had seen us go in their they
wouldn't know what the room was or anything. And as we come out
and I shut the door, I notice that it says in big letters "ELECTRICAL
CLOSET". ahahhhahhhahaaaaahahahhahahah!
This is my pathetic life at times!
Me, a 41 year old, hiding in an electrical closet to avoid my
in-laws. I swear, looking back it was like something you'd see in
the movies. 
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