NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

OVER THE RIVER,...through the woods

December visit to Grandma-in-Law’s house

( ....over the river, ....through the woods! )
Happy Holidays!...., %#@# it!

“Nana’s’” new house is nice but sooo uncomfortable. She has the entire house, almost down to the freaking toilet paper, decorated for Christmas! All these nice little glass figures that of course my little Annie won't keep her hands off of. I can feel the under-current of hysteria “NaNa” fights whenever Annie goes for something she's not supposed to touch. I find myself silently rooting for her to break the head off of one of those little glass Santas.

There is expensive bedding in the rooms that we are defiling with the shedding of our dead skin cells as we sleep. I saw her sneak in to my room in the dark of the night and place a coaster under the bottle of water that was on the night stand next to me. She invades the room I am sleeping in at her will, straightening up, moving my things around (or snooping is the better word). That's only the beginning!
The dogs! My God, the dogs! There are six HUGE dogs running to and fro, randomly licking us as we try to pass them, long wet sour breathed tongues like germ infested weapons! Plumes of dog fur engulf us so thickly that I’m starting to realize the kids may not even need their winter coats after a few more days here! Worse yet, one of the dogs is named Annie so there is obvious confusion every time *(NaNa) calls her dog or calls her granddaughter, both of them show up front and center.

Above our heads in the attic are God knows how many cats! When grampa gave us the tour of the house I spotted only one of the huge cats, and I mean a peculiarly large thick cat (picture attached) that makes our cat, Scooter, look like a kitten, glaring at me from underneath an old coat, but I did take notice of the THREE litter boxes lined up along the back wall! Yes, THREE clumpy sandy litter filled boxes of cat poop! The smell of animal is so strong that minutes after we take showers we stink again!

I can't wait to break free of this house of horrors!

I hope and pray the children will eventually recover from the insanity they are now witnessing!

I'll write more later....

I Love you, Mom....(more so with each passing day!)