note to self: grandparents are good

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so this is my last day of freedom. (my boss is back in the office on monday) i think i am going to spend the day staring out the window and watching for rain. it looks like its gonna start any minute now.

i am having an a/c man come to our house to clean our ducts tomorrow. i am not going to be home, i am cleaning my grandma's. so my fiance' is going to have to take care of it, which he is upset about. i guess he thought he was going to have a relaxing day by himself. ha. he though wrong. but how hard is it, you let the guy in and he does his thing, then you pay him and he leaves. how hard is that? i wouldn't think that i, the woman, would have to handle everything like that, but i do. i think my fiance is turning into somewhat of a hermit. he doesn't like to call to order pizza, he doesn't like to order food at the drive thru, even if he is sitting in the driver seat. he doesn't like to ask the guys at home depot for assistance... i don't think 'hermit' is the right word, but there has got to be a word for it -- ah, 'shy'. yes, he's shy, but he won't admit it.

yes, i have to drive 1 1/2 hours away to grandma's to clean. oh how i wish i wasn't such a nice person. somehow, i think that i am going to be cleaning grandma's forever. it's not that i don't like seeing my gram & pop, its just that i have to take 1/2 a saturday to do it. plus, they always try to stall when i say i have to go:

GRAM: " oh, will you play some domino's? how bout' some macaroni? do you want a banana for the road? how bout' some spaghetti, i'll put it in a ziploc and you can eat it with a fork? oh, leave it to beaver is on! you love leave it to beaver..."

but then she realizes that i do have to go. she gives me about 5 hugs and then walks me to my car with dimitri (her pomeranian) and she holds him and waves his little paw at me as i drive away. then 3 days later, i get a card in the mail telling me how much they appreciate me and that they are glad i never forget to come over. you know... in the 6 years that i've been cleaning my grandma's house (every other saturday), i have only cancelled on her 2 times. now that's pretty reliable. but i guess that's just the kind of gal i am.

you know, doing good deeds for others is pretty satisfying. i seriously recommend it. (especially if you get paid for it)

dave song du jour: some devil