Wanning Moon

 

Good morning, my dears. I finished the crow. He's now in my sketch book. 

I also made an art quilt with stars, but I am not completely done. 

And I made a mirror for my cousin who says her sister has voodoo dolls of her. She needed something to turn away negative energy. I'm thinking of making voodoo dolls because people are getting on my last damn nerve. 

I am really annoyed with my in-laws. First, my mother-in-law called my husband to ask if they could borrow MY truck. The one I own because I paid for it, and I drive it daily. Mother-in-law never talks to me directly. 

Hubby said his parents were going to get plywood. Back in February, his mother went out of town and his father decided that would be the perfect time to remodel the bathroom. Except, he didn't remodel anything, he just ripped the old bathroom out, leaving a giant hole in the house. 

He then spent a ridiculous amount of time carefully measuring boards, then cutting them to exact lengths. Then he would bring in one board at a time, lay it in place to make sure it fit, and instead of installing the floor joist, he would take it back outside and measure the next board. 

In March, I took my in-laws to town so they could pick up the shower pan. I thought the floor was done at that point, but no. It was not. There was still a big hole where the bathroom used to be.

So when my husband said his parents were going to get building supplies, I just agreed without thinking. The near two month remodeling project that was only supposed to take a week is really getting on my nerves. In-laws show up at random times to shower, often inconveniencing me because I haven't showered and they use all my hot water. I actually thought the fucking project would be completed over the weekend. 

Mother-in-law got my truck around 9:30. Roughly 30 minutes later, she called asking how to open the gas tank. 

Around two hours later, my husband told me that the plywood was too big to fit in my truck bed, so he was going to take the large trailer to pick up everything his parents bought.

It was almost 3 o'clock before my truck came back. 

I feel like that should have been an hour trip. 15, 20 minutes to town, figure out it won't fit in another 10 to 15, and then come back. So what the hell were they doing with my truck all those hours? 

This is why I don't like to loan anything to my mother-in-law. She NEVER gives me all the information. Then she doesn't understand why I am pissed off. 

When I finally drove my truck, I had slightly less gas than when I loaned it out. When I borrow a car, I bring it back with a full tank. That's how you say thank you. If I had the car for a long time, I would taken it through the car wash. 

So yeah, the voodoo dolls are sounding like a great idea. 

Blessed be, my dears. If you are single, I urge you to stay that way. And no, the bathroom next door still isn't finished. This morning, youngest son showed up to shower at 6:30, high as a kite, which gave me an allergic reaction, and then I could neither shower nor start laundry.