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In which i’m a saint

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Uggghhh…. Guess what time it is again? It’s clean the fucking fish tank time, that’s what time it is.  I can’t figure out what the hell those two fish do in there to cloud it up so badly and so often.  Of course, Andie explained to me that “fish shit where they live” but seriously, I don’t feed them that much so what is the mess from?

 

Well, that was rhetorical so no need to answer.  Bet you’re wondering what I’ve been up to.  Basically I’ve become a candidate for sainthood. Let me explain why.

 

My aunt and uncle live in Maine and every year or so they do this gigantic roundabout drive down south and towards Nashville where my cousin lives.  Then they go back through the Midwest.  I normally have a day or two notice.  This past Saturday I got a phone call from my aunt informing me that they would be arriving on Monday.

 

Of course, this was when Kevin was going out of town so I was planning on having absolute solitude but what can you do: when the call comes, you heed it.

 

Anyways, they showed up on Monday morning and we proceeded to see the entire family.  First we had lunch with my ex sister-in-law Cathy.  Then we went over to my brother Bruce’s house (he was out of town with Kevin) and saw my sister-in-law Tessa and my niece Rose, who is 3.

 

For dinner, we met my brother Brad and his son Michael; in other words a LOT of family.

 

Kevin had texted me at 2:30 and said:

 

How is the visit? Are Ken and Ellen reveling in the Sox and Pats victories?

 

I replied:

 

Good.  Lunch with Cathy. Dinner with Brad and Michael.  Afternoon with Tessa and Rose. Sainthood at 9.

Here’s what Kevin said:

 

I’m not sure you’ll like sainthood.

Me:

 

Why? What do saints have to do?

Kevin:

 

Be selfless?

Me:

 

No they don’t. You don’t know shit about saints.

Kevin:

 

See … Saint’s don’t say shit like that.  Gotta go.

Later Kevin called while I was out to dinner and I texted him that I was out to dinner with Brad and Michael and Aunt Ellen and Uncle Ken and he said:

 

You are a saint.

 

And I am right?

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5 Comments

  1. cathy p
    November 11, 2013

    That was just ONE day Lynn…

    • Lynn
      November 11, 2013

      hahaha…I know right??? how many does it take

  2. Ribenatina @ ribenamusings
    November 11, 2013

    I agree you are a saint! Purely for your mind not wandering around what else the fish may be up to in the bowl they shit in…
    A bit close to the knuckle? Maybe but I am stressing I may have lost the electronic copy of my wedding photos so bleaugh.

    Anyhoo, we give sainthoods out in the UK for all sorts of rubbish so I am sure that keeping fish alive in their own sewage would have to be top of the list Lynn.

    • Lynn
      November 12, 2013

      I agree and thanks

  3. TripleZmom
    November 12, 2013

    I feel like just cleaning the fish tank qualified you for sainthood; dealing with family all day should make you the Pope. Is he better than a saint? Well, it makes you whichever one is better.
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