TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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Captain's Log Stardate 10.17.04
Woke up to the same smell we'd woken up to since we got there: bacon on the stove,fresh homemade bread being toasted and eggs frying.
I wandered downstairs bleary eyed to grab a Coke (yes I drink Coke for breakfast. Sue me. 
)and sat down at the table.
The DILs..all four of them, were already seated and having breakfast. They were discussing something political, but I don't remember what. No sooner than I had sat down and started to pile my plate with bacon and toast than we all heard an ominous *BUMPTYBUMPTY* and "OH ****!" coming from the stairwell. That prompted me to get up (and when I say I got up, I mean I GOT UP. About 4 feet straight up, actually)and ran to the stairwell. DH was lying on the landing,eyes closed in intense pain,groaning and muttering choice phrases I will not repeat here. DS was cradled on his chest,giggling like this was the funnies thing he'd ever seen.
DH is a tall man, with very large feet. As he was coming down the stairs (which were built for very short people...nobody in DFIL's family is taller than I am and I barely stand 5 ft 5 on a good day), he put his foot on the fourth step and slid down two steps to land on the landing, knocking the first communion pictures of two of his aunts askew.
Luckily, the only thing injured was DH's pride and perhaps a few bruises on his back. He had one hand on the handrail, the other on DS and when he slipped he pushed DS into the center of his body so he wouldn't get hurt because he KNEW he was going down and there was nothing he could do about it. DH was pretty darn sore for the rest of the day and moved about gingerly. But he wasn't seriously hurt and DS was fine, so we figured it was going to be alright.
Sometime after lunch, Aunt Janet and her DD arrived with DS2. DS1 went to the movies with friends and her DH was bowling with his bowling league. Aunt Carol and her DS Mattie also arrived and the cousins were embroiled in a very long,heated Schmear (card game known only in MI, I think)tournament with name calling, poking,accusations of cheating and card tossing at all and sundry. All in good humor of course.
Aunt Janet's DD and I watched some TV and discussed the relative merits of Power Puff Girls vs Sponge Bob Squarepants for over an hour.
When it came time for dinner, DGrandma looked at DS and went "Ok..so now we have all these people here (Uncle Rog had arrived by this time and so had Uncle Gary, Aunt Janet's DH..very drunk btw..ugh), how do I feed them all?" DH suggested pizza so an order was phoned into the local Little Caesar's.
"Alright..who ordered the pizza with no cheese?!?!?"somebody said (I'm not sure who). I guilitly raised my hand as the box was passed my way.
"Sorry..lactose intolerant." I admitted and Aunt Janet patted my shoulder sympathetically.
"You should've told me.."she intoned and I told her it was ok. I'd only had a very smallish piece of her lasagne and eaten a large portion of spaghetti minus the cheese. I ended up paying dearly for the tiny mouse-sized bit of lasagne I did eat, but it was well worth it. It was FABULOUS.
After dinner, another long game of Schmear ensued and finally Aunt Janet,her DD and DS, Carol and her DS,Gary and Rog made to leave. Gary was well and truly drunk by this point, but somehow he convinced Janet to let him drive himself home. He made it ok,I suppose. But he was really drunk and acting like a complete moron by this time and it was good that he left. Made plans with Aunt Sue (who'd dropped by briefly just before dinner) to visit the next day and see some stuff at the museum where her DH works.
Woke up to the same smell we'd woken up to since we got there: bacon on the stove,fresh homemade bread being toasted and eggs frying.
I wandered downstairs bleary eyed to grab a Coke (yes I drink Coke for breakfast. Sue me. )and sat down at the table. The DILs..all four of them, were already seated and having breakfast. They were discussing something political, but I don't remember what. No sooner than I had sat down and started to pile my plate with bacon and toast than we all heard an ominous *BUMPTYBUMPTY* and "OH ****!" coming from the stairwell. That prompted me to get up (and when I say I got up, I mean I GOT UP. About 4 feet straight up, actually)and ran to the stairwell. DH was lying on the landing,eyes closed in intense pain,groaning and muttering choice phrases I will not repeat here. DS was cradled on his chest,giggling like this was the funnies thing he'd ever seen.
DH is a tall man, with very large feet. As he was coming down the stairs (which were built for very short people...nobody in DFIL's family is taller than I am and I barely stand 5 ft 5 on a good day), he put his foot on the fourth step and slid down two steps to land on the landing, knocking the first communion pictures of two of his aunts askew.
Luckily, the only thing injured was DH's pride and perhaps a few bruises on his back. He had one hand on the handrail, the other on DS and when he slipped he pushed DS into the center of his body so he wouldn't get hurt because he KNEW he was going down and there was nothing he could do about it. DH was pretty darn sore for the rest of the day and moved about gingerly. But he wasn't seriously hurt and DS was fine, so we figured it was going to be alright.
Sometime after lunch, Aunt Janet and her DD arrived with DS2. DS1 went to the movies with friends and her DH was bowling with his bowling league. Aunt Carol and her DS Mattie also arrived and the cousins were embroiled in a very long,heated Schmear (card game known only in MI, I think)tournament with name calling, poking,accusations of cheating and card tossing at all and sundry. All in good humor of course.
Aunt Janet's DD and I watched some TV and discussed the relative merits of Power Puff Girls vs Sponge Bob Squarepants for over an hour.
When it came time for dinner, DGrandma looked at DS and went "Ok..so now we have all these people here (Uncle Rog had arrived by this time and so had Uncle Gary, Aunt Janet's DH..very drunk btw..ugh), how do I feed them all?" DH suggested pizza so an order was phoned into the local Little Caesar's.
"Alright..who ordered the pizza with no cheese?!?!?"somebody said (I'm not sure who). I guilitly raised my hand as the box was passed my way.
"Sorry..lactose intolerant." I admitted and Aunt Janet patted my shoulder sympathetically.
"You should've told me.."she intoned and I told her it was ok. I'd only had a very smallish piece of her lasagne and eaten a large portion of spaghetti minus the cheese. I ended up paying dearly for the tiny mouse-sized bit of lasagne I did eat, but it was well worth it. It was FABULOUS.
After dinner, another long game of Schmear ensued and finally Aunt Janet,her DD and DS, Carol and her DS,Gary and Rog made to leave. Gary was well and truly drunk by this point, but somehow he convinced Janet to let him drive himself home. He made it ok,I suppose. But he was really drunk and acting like a complete moron by this time and it was good that he left. Made plans with Aunt Sue (who'd dropped by briefly just before dinner) to visit the next day and see some stuff at the museum where her DH works.
